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Pinocchio Pleads for Harlequin 






PINOCCHIO 

c/I Tale ofc/f TappeT 

by 

C. CO LL O D I . 


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v.wjwa 5 .jai 
AUG . * 1911 


CONTENTS 


i 

PAGE 

How it came to pass that Master Cherry the car- 
penter found a piece of wood that laughed 
and cried like a child .... 1 

II 

Master Cherry makes a present of the piece of 
wood to his friend Geppetto, who takes it 
to make for himself a wonderful puppet, that 
shall know how to dance, and to fence, and 
to leap like an acrobat .... 6 

III 

Geppetto having returned home begins at once to 
make a puppet, to which he gives the name 
of Pinocchio. The first tricks played by the 
puppet 11 

IV 

The story of Pinocchio and the Talking-cricket, 
from which we see that naughty boys can- 
not endure to be corrected by those who 
know more than they do . 


19 


vi 


CONTENTS 


V 

Pinocchio is hungry and searches for an egg to 
make himself an omelet; but just at the 
most interesting moment the omelet flies 
out of the window 


VI 

Pinocchio falls asleep with his feet on the brazier, 
and wakes in the morning to find them burnt 
off 


VII 

Geppetto returns home, makes the puppet new 
feet, and gives him the breakfast that the 
poor man had brought for himself 


VIII 

Geppetto makes Pinocchio new feet, and sells his 
own coat to buy him a Spelling-book . 

IX 

Pinocchio sells his Spelling-book that he may go 
and see a puppet-show .... 


PAGE 


23 


27 


31 


37 


41 


CONTENTS 


X 

The puppets recognize their brother Pinocchio, 
and receive him with delight; but at that 
moment their master Fire-eater makes his 
appearance and Pinocchio is in danger of 
eoming to a bad end ..... 


XI 

Fire-eater sneezes and pardons Pinocchio, who 
then saves the life of his friend Harlequin . 

XII 

The showman, Fire-eater, makes Pinocchio a pres- 
ent of five gold pieces to take home to his 
father, Geppetto; but Pinocchio instead 
allows himself to be taken in by the Fox and 
the Cat, and goes with them 

XIII 

The inn of The Red Craw-fish .... 

XIV 

Pinocchio, because he would not heed the good 
counsels of the Talking-cricket, falls amongst 


vii 


PAGE 


45 


49 


55 


63 


assassins 


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CONTENTS 


viii 


XV 

The assassins pursue Pinocchio; and having over- 
taken him hang him to a branch of the Big 
Oak 

XVI 

The beautiful Child with blue hair has the puppet 
taken down: has him put to bed and calls 
in three doctors to know if he is alive or dead, 

XVII 

Pinocchio eats the sugar, but will not take his 
medicine : when, however, he sees the grave- 
diggers, who have arrived to carry him away, 
he takes it. He then tells a lie, and as a 
punishment his nose grows longer 

XVIII 

Pinocchio meets again the Fox and the Cat, and 
goes with them to bury his money in the 
Field of miracles 


XIX 


PAGE 

75 


81 


87 


95 


Pinocchio is robbed of his money, and as a punish- 
ment he is sent to prison for four months 


103 


CONTENTS 


ix 


XX 

Liberated from prison, he starts to return to the 
Fairy’s house; but on the road he meets with 
a horrible serpent, and afterwards he is 
caught in a trap 

XXI 

Pinocchio is taken by a peasant, who obliges him 
to fill the place of his watch-dog in the 
poultry-yard 


XXII 

Pinocchio discovers the robbers, and as a reward 
for his fidelity is set at liberty 

XXIII 

Pinocchio mourns the death of the beautiful Child 
with the blue hair. He then meets with a 
pigeon who flies with him to the seashore, 
and there he throws himself into the water 
to go to the assistance of his father Geppetto 

XXIV 

Pinocchio arrives at the island of the “Industrious 
Bees,” and finds the Fairy again . 


PAGE 


109 


115 


119 


125 


133 


X 


CONTENTS 


XXV 

Pinocchio promises the Fairy to be good and 
studious, for he is quite sick of being a pup- 
pet and wishes to become an exemplary boy 

XXVI 

Pinocchio accompanies his schoolfellows to the sea- 
shore to see the terrible Dog-fish 

XXVII 

Great fight between Pinocchio and his companions. 
One of them is wounded, and Pinocchio is 
arrested by the gendarmes 

XXVIII 

Pinocchio is in danger of being fried in a frying- 
pan like a fish 


XXIX 

He returns to the Fairy’s house. She promises 
him that the following day he shall cease to 
be a puppet and shall become a boy. Grand 
breakfast of coffee and milk to celebrate this 
great event ....... 


PAGE 

143 


149 


155 


165 


173 


CONTENTS 


xi 


XXX 

Pinocchio, instead of becoming a boy, starts 
secretly with his friend Candlewick for the 
“Land of Boobies ” 


XXXI 

After five months’ residence in the land of Co- 
cagne, Pinocchio, to his great astonishment, 
grows a beautiful pair of donkey’s ears, and 
he becomes a little donkey, tail and all 


XXXII 

Pinocchio gets donkey’s ears ; and then he becomes 
a real little donkey and begins to bray 


XXXIII 

Pinocchio, having become a genuine little donkey, 
is taken to be sold, and is bought by the di- 
rector of a company of buffoons to be taught 
to dance, and to jump through hoops: but 
one evening he lames himself, and then he is 
bought by a man who purposes to make a 
drum of his skin 


PAGE 

185 


195 


205 


215 


xii 


CONTENTS 


XXXIV 

PAGE 

Pinocchio, having been thrown into the sea, is 
eaten by the fish and becomes a puppet as 
he was before. Whilst he is swimming away 
to save his life he is swallowed by the terrible 
Dog-fish 229 

XXXV 

Pinocchio finds in the body of the Dog-fish . . . 
whom does he find? Read this chapter and 
you will know 241 

XXXVI 

Pinocchio at last ceases to be a puppet and be- 
comes a boy 


249 


I 


How it came to pass that Master Cherry the car- 
penter found a piece of wood that laughed and 
cried like a child . 

There was once upon a time . . . 

“A king!” my little readers will instantly ex- 
claim. 

No, children, you are wrong. There was once 
upon a time a piece of wood. 

This wood was not valuable: it was only a 
common log like those that are burnt in winter 
in the stoves and fireplaces to make a cheerful 
blaze and warm the rooms. 

I cannot say how it came about, but the fact 
is, that one fine day this piece of wood was lying 
in the shop of an old carpenter of the name of 
Master Antonio. He was, however, called by 
everybody Master Cherry, on account of the 
end of his nose, which was always as red and 
polished as a ripe cherry. 

No sooner had Master Cherry set eyes on the 
piece of wood than his face beamed with delight; 


2 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


and, rubbing his hands together with satisfaction, 
he said softly to himself: 

“This wood has come at the right moment; 
it will just do to make the leg of a little table.” 

Having said this he immediately took a sharp 
axe with which to remove the bark and the rough 
surface. Just, however, as he was going to give 
the first stroke he remained with his arm sus- 
pended in the air, for he heard a very small voice 
saying imploringly, “Do not strike me so hard!” 

Picture to yourselves the astonishment of good 
old Master Cherry! 

He turned his terrified eyes all round the room 
to try and discover where the little voice could 
possibly have come from, but he saw nobody! 
He looked under the bench — nobody; he looked 
into a cupboard that was always shut — nobody; 
he looked into a basket of shavings and saw- 
dust — nobody; he even opened the door of the 
shop and gave a glance into the street — and still 
nobody. Who, then, could it be? 

‘ ‘I see how it is, he said, laughing and scratch- 
ing his wig; “evidently that little voice was all 
my imagination. Let us set to work again.” 

And taking up the axe he struck a tremendous 
blow on the piece of wood. 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 3 

“Oh! oh! you have hurt me!” cried the same 
little voice dolefully. 

This time Master Cherry was petrified. His 
eyes started out of his head with fright, his 
mouth remained open, and his tongue hung out 
almost to the end of his chin, like a mask on a 
fountain. As soon as he had recovered the use 
of his speech, he began to say, stuttering and 
trembling with fear: 

“But where on earth can that little voice have 
come from that said Oh! oh!? . . . Here 

there is certainly not a living soul. Is it possible 
that this piece of wood can have learnt to cry 
and to lament like a child? I cannot believe it. 
This piece of wood, here it is; a log for fuel like 
all the others, and thrown on the fire it would 
about suffice to boil a saucepan of beans. . . . 

How then? Can anyone be hidden inside it? 
If anyone is hidden inside, so much the worse 
for him. I will settle him at once.” 

So saying, he seized the poor piece of wood and 
commenced beating it without mercy against 
the walls of the room. 

Then he stopped to listen if he could hear any 
little voice lamenting. He waited two minutes 


4 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


— nothing; five minutes — nothing; ten min- 
utes — still nothing! 

“I see how it is,” he then said, forcing himself 
to laugh and pushing up his wig; “evidently the 
little voice that said Oh! oh! was all my imagina- 
tion! Let us set to work again.” 

But as all the same he was in a great fright, 
he tried to sing to give himself a little courage. 

Putting the axe aside he took his plane, to 
plane and polish the bit of wood; but whilst he 
was running it up and down he heard the same 
little voice say, laughing: 

“Have done! you are tickling me all over!” 

This time poor Master Cherry fell down as if 
he had been struck by lightning. When he at 
last opened his eyes he found himself seated on 
the floor. 

His face was quite changed, even the end of his 
nose, instead of being crimson, as it was nearly 
always, had become blue from fright. 


II 


Master Cherry makes a present of the piece of wood 
to his friend Geppetto , who takes it to make for 
himself a wonderful puppet , that shall know 
how to dance , and to fence , and to leap like an 
acrobat. 

At that moment some one knocked at the door. 

“Come in,” said the carpenter, without having 
the strength to rise to his feet. 

A lively little old man immediately walked 
into the shop. His name was Geppetto, but 
when the boys of the neighbourhood wished to 
put him in a passion they called him by the nick- 
name of Polendina,* because his yellow wig 
greatly resembled a pudding made of Indian 
com. 

Geppetto was very fiery. Woe to him who 
called him Polendina! He became furious, and 
there was no holding him. 

“Good day, Master Antonio.” said Geppetto; 
“what are you doing there on the floor?” 

* Polendina. In Italian, pudding of Indian oorn. 


6 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


“ I am teaching the alphabet to the ants.” 

“Much good may that do you.” 

“What has brought you to me, neighbour 
Geppetto?” 

“My legs. But to say the truth, Master An- 
tonio, I am come to ask a favour of you.” 

“Here I am, ready to serve you,” replied the 
carpenter, getting on to his knees. 

“This morning an idea came into my head.” 

“Let us hear it.” 

“ I thought I would make a beautiful wooden 
puppet; but a wonderful puppet that should 
know how to dance, to fence, and to leap like an 
acrobat. With this puppet I would travel about 
the world to earn a piece of bread and a glass of 
wine. What do you think of it?” 

“Bravo, Polendina!” exclaimed the same little 
voice, and it was impossible to say where it came 
from. 

Hearing himself called Polendina Geppetto 
became as red as a turkey-cock from rage, and 
turning to the carpenter he said in a fury: 

“Why do you insult me?” 

“Who insults you?” 

“You called me Polendina!” . . . 

“It was not I!” 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 7 

“ Would you have it, then, that it was I? It 
was you, I say!” 

“No!” 

“Yes!” 

“No!” 

“Yes!” 

And becoming more and more angry, from 
words they came to blows, and flying at each 
other they bit, and fought, and scratched man- 
fully. 

When the fight was over Master Antonio was 
in possession of Geppetto’s yellow wig, and Gep- 
petto discovered that the grey wig belonging to 
the carpenter had remained between his teeth. 

“Give me back my wig,” screamed Master 
Antonio. 

“And you, return me mine, and let us make 
friends.” 

The two old men having each recovered his 
own wig shook hands, and swore that they would 
remain friends to the end of their lives. 

“Well then, neighbour Geppetto,” said the 
carpenter, to prove that peace was made, “what 
is the favour that you wish of me?” 

“I want a little wood to make my puppet; 
will you give me some?” 


8 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


Master Antonio was delighted, and he im- 
mediately went to the bench and fetched the 
piece of wood that had caused him so much fear. 
But just as he was going to give it to his friend 
the piece of wood gave a shake, and wriggling 
violently out of his hands struck with all of its 
force against the dried-up shins of poor Geppetto. 

“Ah! is that the courteous way in which you 
make your presents, Master Antonio? You 
have almost lamed me! . . .” 

“I swear to you that it was not I! . . ” 

“Then you would have it that it was I? . . .” 

“The wood is entirely to blame! . . 

“I know that it was the wood; but it was you 
that hit my legs with it! . . .” 

“ I did not hit you with it ! . . .” 

“Liar!” 

“Geppetto, don’t insult me or I will call you 
Polendina! . . 

“Ass!” 

“Polendina!” 

“Donkey!” 

“Polendina!” 

“Baboon!” 

“Polendina!” 

On hearing himself called Polendina for the 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 9 

third time Geppetto, blind with rage, fell upon 
the carpenter and they fought desperately. 

When the battle was over, Master Antonio had 
two more scratches on his nose, and his adversary 
had two buttons too little on his waistcoat. 
Their accounts being thus squared they shook 
hands, and swore to remain good friends for the 
rest of their lives. 

Geppetto carried off his fine piece of wood and, 
thanking Master Antonio, returned limping to 
his house. 













Ill 


Geppetto having returned home begins at once to 
make a puppet , to which he gives the name 
of Pinocchio, The first tricks played by the 
puppet . 

Geppetto lives in a small ground-floor room that 
was only lighted from the staircase. The fur- 
niture could not have been simpler, — a bad chair, 
a poor bed, and a broken-down table. At the 
end of the room there was a fireplace with a 
lighted fire; but the fire was painted, and by the 
fire was a painted saucepan that was boiling 
cheerfully, and sending out a cloud of smoke that 
looked exactly like real smoke. 

As soon as he reached home Geppetto took his 
tools and set to work to cut out and model his 
puppet. 

“What name shall I give him?” he said to 
himself; “I think I will call him Pinocchio. It 
is a name that will bring him luck. I once knew 
a whole family so called. There was Pinocchio 
the father, Pinocchia the mother, and Pinocchi 


12 THE ADVENTURES OF P3NOCCHJO 


the children, and all of them did well. The rich- 
est of them was a beggar.” 

Having found a name for his puppet he began 
to work in good earnest, and he first made his 
hair, then his forehead, and then his eyes. 

The eyes being finished, imagine his astonish- 
ment when he perceived that they moved and 
looked fixedly at him. 

Geppetto seeing himself stared at by those two 
wooden eyes took it almost in bad part, and said 
in an angry voice: 

“ Wicked wooden eyes, why do you look at 
me?” 

No one answered. 

He then proceeded to carve the nose; but no 
sooner had he made it than it began to grow. 
And it grew, and grew, and grew, until in a few 
minutes it had become an immense nose that 
seemed as if it would never end. 

Poor Geppetto tired himself out with cutting 
it off; but the more he cut and shortened it, the 
longer did that impertinent nose become! 

The mouth was not even completed when it 
began to laugh and deride him. 

“Stop laughing!” said Geppetto, provoked; 
but he might as well have spoken to the wall. 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 13 


“Stop laughing, I say!” he roared in a threat- 
ening tone. 

The mouth then ceased laughing, but put out 
its tongue as far as it would go. 

Geppetto, not to spoil his handiwork, pre- 
tended not to see, and continued his labours. 
After the mouth he fashioned the chin, then the 
throat, then the shoulders, the stomach, the 
arms and the hands. 

The hands were scarcely finished when Gep- 
petto felt his wig snatched from his head. He 
turned round, and what did he see? He saw 
his yellow wig in the puppet’s hand. 

“Pinocchio! . . . Give me back my wig 

instantly!” 

But Pinocchio, instead of returning it, put it 
on his own head, and was in consequence nearly 
smothered. 

Geppetto at this insolent and derisive be- 
haviour felt sadder and more melancholy than 
he had ever been in his life before; and turning 
to Pinocchio he said to him: 

» t.“You young rascal! You are not yet com- 
pleted, and you are already beginning to show 
want of respect to your father! That is bad, my 
boy, very bad!” 


14 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


And he dried a tear. 

The legs and the feet remained to be done. 

When Geppetto had finished the feet he re- 
ceived a kick on the point of his nose. 

“I deserve it!” he said to himself; “I should 
have thought of it sooner! Now it is too late!” 

He then took the puppet under the arms and 
placed him on the floor to teach him to walk. 

Pinocchio’s legs were stiff and he could not 
move, but Geppetto led him by the hand and 
showed him how to put one foot before the other. 

When his legs became flexible Pinocchio began 
to walk by himself and to run about the room; 
until, having gone out of the house door, he 
jumped into the street and escaped. 

Poor Geppetto rushed after him but was not 
able to overtake him, for that rascal Pinocchio 
leapt in front of him like a hare, and knocking 
his wooden feet together against the pavement 
made as much clatter as twenty pairs of peas- 
ants’ clogs. 

“Stop him! stop him!” shouted Geppetto; 
but the people in the street, seeing a wooden 
puppet running like a racehorse, stood still in 
astonishment to look at it, and laughed, and 
laughed, and laughed, until it beats description. 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 15 


At last, as good luck would have it, a cara- 
bineer arrived who, hearing the uproar, imagined 
that a colt had escaped from his master. Plant- 
ing himself courageously with his legs apart in 
the middle of the road, he waited with the de- 
termined purpose of stopping him, and thus 
preventing the chance of worse disasters. 

When Pinocchio, still at some distance, saw 
the carabineer barricading the whole street, he 
endeavoured to take him by surprise and to pass 
between his legs. But he failed signally. 

The carabineer without disturbing himself in 
the least caught him cleverly by the nose — it 
was an immense nose of ridiculous proportions 
that seemed made on purpose to be laid hold of 
by carabineers — and consigned him to Geppetto. 
Wishing to punish him, Geppetto intended to 
pull his ears at once. But imagine his feelings 
when he could not succeed in finding them. And 
do you know the reason? It was that, in his 
hurry to model him, he had forgotten to make 
them. 

He then took him by the collar, and as he was 
leading him away he said to him, shaking his 
head threateningly: 

“We will go home at once, and as soon as we 


16 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


arrive we will regulate our accounts, never doubt 
it.” 

At this announcement Pinocchio threw him- 
self on the ground and would not take another 
step. In the meanwhile a crowd of idlers and 
inquisitive people began to assemble and to 
make a ring around them. 

Some of them said one thing, some another. 

“Poor puppet!” said several, “he is right not 
to wish to return home! Who knows how Gep- 
petto, that bad old man, will beat him! . . 

And the others added maliciously: 

“Geppetto seems a good man! but with boys 
he is a regular tyrant! If that poor puppet is 
left in his hands he is quite capable of tearing 
him in pieces! . . 

It ended in so much being said and done that 
the carabineer at last set Pinocchio at liberty 
and conducted Geppetto to prison. The poor 
man, not being ready with words to defend him- 
self, cried like a calf, and as he was being led 
away to prison sobbed out: 

“Wretched boy! And to think how I have 
laboured to make him a well-conducted puppet! 
But it serves me right! I should have thought 
of it sooner! . . .” 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 17 


What happened afterwards is a story that 
really is past all belief, but I will relate it to you 
in the following chapters. 



IV 


The story of Pinocchio and the Talking-cricket , 
from which we see that naughty boys cannot 
endure to be corrected by those who know more 
than they do. 

Well then, children, I must tell you that whilst 
poor Geppetto was being taken to prison for no 
fault of his, that imp Pinocchio, finding himself 
free from the clutches of the carabineer, ran off 
as fast as his legs could carry him. That he 
might reach home the quicker he rushed across 
the fields, and in his mad hurry he jumped high 
banks, thorn hedges, and ditches full of water, 
exactly as a kid or a leveret would have done if 
pursued by hunters. 

Having arrived at the house he found the 
street door ajar. He pushed it open, went in, 
and having secured the latch threw himself 
seated on the ground and gave a great sigh of 
satisfaction. 

But his satisfaction did not last long, for he 
heard some one in the room who was saying: 


20 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


“ Cri-cri-cri!” 

“Who calls me?” said Pinocchio in a fright. 
"It is I!” 

Pinocchio turned round and saw a big cricket 
crawling slowly up the wall. 

“Tell me, Cricket, who may you be?” 

“I am the Talking-cricket, and I have lived 
in this room a hundred years and more.” 

“Now, however, this room is mine,” said the 
puppet, “and if you would do me a pleasure go 
away at once, without even turning round.” 

“I will not go,” answered the Cricket, “until 
I have told you a great truth.” 

“Tell it me, then, and be quick about it.” 

“Woe to those boys who rebel against their 
parents, and run away capriciously from home. 
They will never come to any good in the world, 
and sooner or later they will repent bitterly.” 

“Sing away, Cricket, as you please, and as 
long as you please. For me, I have made up 
my mind to run away to-morrow at daybreak, 
because if I remain I shall not escape the fate 
of all other boys; I shall be sent to school and 
shall be made to study either by love or by force. 
To tell you in confidence, I have no wish to learn; 
it is much more amusing to run after butterflies, 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 21 


or to climb trees and to take the young birds 
out of their nests.” 

“Poor little goose! But do you not know 
that in that way you will grow up a perfect 
donkey, and that every one will make game of 
you?” 

“Hold your tongue, you wicked ill-omened 
croaker!” shouted Pinocchio. 

But the Cricket, who was patient and philo- 
sophical, instead of becoming angry at this im- 
pertinence, continued in the same tone: 

“But if you do not wish to go to school why 
not at least learn a trade, if only to enable you 
to earn honestly a piece of bread!” 

“Do you want me to tell you?” replied 
Pinocchio, who was beginning to lose patience. 
“Amongst all the trades in the world there is 
only one that really takes my fancy.” 

“And that trade — what is it?” 

“It is to eat, drink, sleep, and amuse myself, 
and to lead a vagabond life from morning to 
night.” 

“As a rule,” said the Talking-cricket with the 
same composure, “all those who follow that 
trade end almost always either in a hospital or 
in prison.” 


22 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


“Take care, you wicked ill-omened croaker! 
. . .Woe to you if I fly into a passion! . . .” 

“Poor Pinocchio! I really pity you ! . . .” 

“Why do you pity me?” 

“Because you are a puppet and, what is worse, 
because you have a wooden head.” 

At these last words Pinocchio jumped up in a 
rage, and snatching a wooden hammer from the 
bench he threw it at the Talking-cricket. 

Perhaps he never meant to hit him; but un- 
fortunately it struck him exactly on the head, so 
that the poor Cricket had scarcely breath to cry 
cri-cri-cri, and then he remained dried up and 
flattened against the wall. 


V 

Pinocchio is hungry and searches for an egg to 
make himself an omelet; hut just at the most 
interesting moment the omelet flies out of the 
window . 

Night was coming on, and Pinocchio, remember- 
ing that he had eaten nothing all day, began to 
feel a gnawing in his stomach that very much 
resembled appetite. 

But appetite with boys travels quickly, and 
in fact after a few minutes his appetite had be- 
come hunger, and in no time his hunger 
became ravenous — a hunger that was really quite 
insupportable. 

Poor Pinocchio ran quickly to the fire-place 
where a saucepan was boiling, and was going to 
take off the lid to see what was in it, but the 
saucepan was only painted on the wall. You 
can imagine his feelings. His nose, which was 
already long, became longer by at least three 
fingers. 


24 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


He then began to run about the room, search- 
ing in the drawers and in every imaginable place, 
in hopes of finding a bit of bread. If it was only 
a bit of dry bread, a crust, a bone left by a dog, 
a little mouldy pudding of Indian corn, a fish 
bone, a cherry stone — in fact anything that he 
could gnaw. But he could find nothing, noth- 
ing at all, absolutely nothing. 

And in the meanwhile his hunger grew and 
grew; and poor Pinocchio had no other relief 
than yawning, and his yawns were so tremendous 
that sometimes his mouth almost reached his 
ears. And after he had yawned he spluttered, 
and felt as if he was going to faint. 

Then he began to cry desperately, and he 
said: 

“The Talking-cricket was right. I did wrong 
to rebel against my papa and to run away from 
home. ... If my papa was here I should 
not now be dying of yawning! Oh! what a 
dreadful illness hunger is!” 

Just then he thought he saw something in the 
dust-heap — something round and white that 
looked like a hen’s egg. To give a spring and 
seize hold of it was the affair of a moment. It 
was indeed an egg. 


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Pinocchio’s joy beats description; it can only 
be imagined. Almost believing it must be a 
dream he kept turning the egg over in his hands, 
feeling it and kissing it. And as he kissed it he 
said: 

“ And now, how shall I cook it? Shall I make 
an omelet? . . . No, it would be better to 

cook it in a saucer! . . . Or would it not be 

more savoury to fry it in the frying-pan? Or 
shall I simply boil it? No, the quickest way of 
all is to cook it in a saucer: I am in such a hurry 
to eat it!” 

Without loss of time he placed an earthenware 
saucer on a brazier full of red-hot embers. Into 
the saucer instead of oil or butter he poured a 
little water; and when the water began to smoke, 
tac! . . . he broke the egg-shell over it that 

the contents might drop in. But instead of the 
white and the yolk a little chicken popped out 
very gay and polite. Making a beautiful courtsey 
it said to him : 

“A thousand thanks, Master Pinocchio, for 
saving me the trouble of breaking the shell. 
Adieu until we meet again. Keep well, and my 
best compliments to all at home!” 

Thus saying it spread its wings, darted through 


26 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


the open window, and flying away was lost to 
sight. 

The poor puppet stood as if he had been be- 
witched, with his eyes fixed, his mouth open, 
and the egg-shell in his hand. Recovering, how- 
ever, from his first stupefaction, he began to cry 
and scream, ana to stamp his feet on the floor in 
desperation, and amidst his sobs he said: 

“Ah, indeed the Talking-cricket was right. 
If I had not run away from home, and if my 
papa was here, I should not now be dying of 
hunger! Oh! what a dreadful illness hunger 
is! . . 

And as his stomach cried out more than ever 
and he did not know how to quiet it, he thought 
he would leave the house and make an excursion 
in the neighbourhood in hopes of finding some 
charitable person who would give him a piece of 
bread. 


VI 

Pinocchio falls asleep with his feet on the brazier, 
and wakes in the morning to find them burnt 

off. 

It was a wild and stormy winter’s night. The 
thunder was tremendous and the lightning so 
vivid that the sky seemed on fire. A bitter 
blusterous wind whistled angrily, and raising 
clouds of dust swept over the country, causing 
the trees to creak and groan as it passed. 

Pinocchio had a great fear of thunder, but 
hunger was stronger than fear. He therefore 
closed the house door and made a rush for the 
village, which he reached in a hundred bounds, 
with his tongue hanging out and panting for 
breath, like a dog after game. 

But he found it all dark and deserted. The 
shops were closed, the windows shut, and there 
was not so much as a dog in the street. It 
seemed the land of the dead. 

Pinocchio, urged by desperation and hunger, 


28 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


laid hold of the bell of a house and began to 
peal it with all his might, saying to himself: 

“That will bring somebody.” 

And so it did. A little old man appeared at a 
window with a nightcap on his head, and called 
to him angrily: 

“What do you want at such an hour?” 

“Would you be kind enough to give me a little 
bread?” 

“Wait there, I will be back directly,” said the 
little old man, thinking he had to do with one of 
those rascally boys who amuse themselves at 
night by ringing the house bells to rouse re- 
spectable people who are sleeping quietly. 

After half a minute the window was again 
opened, and the voice of the same little old man 
shouted to Pinocchio: 

“Come underneath and hold out your cap.” 

Pinocchio pulled off his cap; but just as he 
held it out an enormous basin of water was 
poured down on him, watering him from head 
to foot as if he had been a pot of dried-up gera- 
niums. 

He returned home like a wet chicken quite 
exhausted with fatigue and hunger; and having 
no longer strength to stand, he sat down and 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 29 


rested his damp and muddy feet on a brazier 
full of burning embers. 

And then he fell asleep; and whilst he slept 
his feet, which were wooden, took fire, and little 
by little they burnt away and became cinders. 

Pinocchio continued to sleep and to snore as 
if his feet belonged to some one else. At last 
about daybreak he awoke because some one was 
knocking at the door. 

“Who is there?” he asked, yawning and rub- 
bing his eyes. 

“It is I!” answered a voice. 

And the voice was Geppetto’s voice. 


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VII 


Geppetto returns home , makes the puppet new feet , 
and him the breakfast that the poor man 
had brought for himself . 

Poor Pinocchio, whose eyes were still half shut 
from sleep, had not as yet discovered that his 
feet were burnt off. The moment, therefore, 
that he heard his father’s voice he slipped off his 
stool to run and open the door; but after stumbl- 
ing two or three times he fell his whole length on 
the floor. 

And the noise he made in falling was as if a 
sack of wooden ladles had been thrown from a 
fifth story. 

“Open the door!” shouted Geppetto from the 
street. 

“Dear papa, I cannot,” answered the puppet, 
crying and rolling about on the ground. 

“Why cannot you?” 

“Because my feet have been eaten.” 

“And who has eaten your feet?” 

“The cat,” said Pinocchio, seeing the cat, who 


32 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


was amusing herself by making some shavings 
dance with her forepaws. 

“Open the door, I tell you!” repeated Gep- 
petto. “If you don’t, when I get into the house 
you shall have the cat from me!” 

“I cannot stand up, believe me. Oh, poor 
me! poor me! I shall have to walk on my knees 
for the rest of my life! . . .” 

Geppetto, believing that all this lamentation 
was only another of the puppet’s tricks, thought 
of a means of putting an end to it, and climbing 
up the wall he got in at the window. 

He was very angry, and at first he did nothing 
but scold; but when he saw his Pinocchio lying 
on the ground and really without feet he was 
quite overcome. He took him in his arms and 
began to kiss and caress him and to say a thou- 
sand endearing things to him, and as the big 
tears ran down his cheeks, he said, sobbing: 

“My little Pinocchio! how did you manage 
to bum your feet?” 

“I don’t know, papa, but believe me it has 
been an infernal night that I shall remember as 
long as I live. It thundered and lightened, and 
I was very hungry, and then the Talking-cricket 
said to me: ‘It serves you right; you have been 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 33 


wicked and you deserve it/ and I said to him: 
‘Take care, Cricket !’ . . . and he said: 
‘You are a puppet and you have a wooden head/ 
and I threw the handle of a hammer at him, and 
he died, but the fault was his, for I didn’t wish 
to kill him, and the proof of it is that I put an 
earthenware saucer on a brazier of burning em- 
bers, but a chicken flew out and said: ‘Adieu 
until we meet again, and many compliments 
to all at home’: and I got still more hungry, 
for which reason that little old man in a night- 
cap opening the window said to me: ‘Come 
underneath and hold out your hat/ and poured 
a basinful of water on my head, because asking 
for a little bread isn’t a disgrace, is it? and I re- 
turned home at once, and because I was always 
very hungry I put my feet on the brazier to dry 
them, and then you returned, and I found they 
were burnt off, and I am always hungry, but I 
have no longer any feet! Ih! Ih! Ih! Ih! . ” 

And poor Pinocchio began to cry and to roar so 
loudly that he was heard five miles off. 

Geppetto, who from all this jumbled account 
had only understood one thing, which was that 
the puppet was dying of hunger, drew from his 
pocket three pears, and giving them to him said : 


34 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 

“ These three pears were intended for my 
breakfast; but I will give them to you willingly. 
Eat them, and I hope they will do you good.” 

"If you wish me to eat them, be kind enough 
to peel them for me.” 

“Peel them?” said Geppetto, astonished. “I 
should never have thought, my boy, that you 
were so dainty and fastidious. That is bad! 
In this world we should accustom ourselves from 
childhood to like and to eat everything, for 
there is no saying to what we may be brought. 
There are so many chances! . . .” 

“You are no doubt right,” interrupted Pinoc- 
chio, “but I will never eat fruit that has not 
been peeled. I cannot bear rind.” 

So that good Geppetto fetched a knife, and 
arming himself with patience peeled the three 
pears, and put the rind on a corner of the table. 

Having eaten the first pear in two mouthfuls, 
Pinocchio was about to throw away the core; 
but Geppetto caught hold of his arm and said 
to him: 

“Do not throw it away; in this world every- 
thing may be of use.” 

“But core I am determined I will not eat,” 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 35 


shouted the puppet, turning upon him like a 
viper. 

“Who knows! there are so many chances! 
. . .” repeated Geppetto without losing his 

temper. 

And so the three cores, instead of being thrown 
out of the window, were placed on the corner of 
the table together with the three rinds. 

Having eaten, or rather having devoured the 
three pears, Pinocchio yawned tremendously, 
and then said in a fretful tone: 

“I am as hungry as ever!” 

“But, my boy, I have nothing more to give 
you!” 

“Nothing, really nothing?” 

“I have only the rind and the cores of the 
three pears.” 

“One must have patience!” said Pinocchio; 
if there is nothing else I will eat a rind.” 

And he began to chew it. At first he made a 
wry face; but then one after another he quickly 
disposed of the rinds: and after the rinds even 
the cores, and when he had eaten up everything 
he clapped his hands on his sides in his satis- 
faction, and said joyfully: 

“Ah! now I feel comfortable.” 


36 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


“You see now,” observed Geppetto, “that I 
was right when I said to you that it did not do 
to accustom ourselves to be too particular or too 
dainty in our tastes. We can never know, my 
dear boy, what may happen to us. There are 
so many chances! . . 


VIII 


Geppetto makes Pinocchio new feet , and sells his 
own coat to buy him a Spelling-book . 

No sooner had the puppet appeased his hunger 
than he began to cry and to grumble because he 
wanted a pair of new feet. 

But Geppetto, to punish him for his naughti- 
ness, allowed him to cry and to despair for half 
the day. He then said to him: 

“Why should I make you new feet? To en- 
able you, perhaps, to escape again from home?” 

“I promise you,” said the puppet, sobbing, 
“that for the future I will be good.” 

“All boys,” replied Geppetto, “when they are 
bent upon obtaining something, say the same 
thing.” 

“I promise you that I will go to school, and 
that I will study and earn a good character.” 

“All boys, when they are bent on obtaining 
something, repeat the same story.” 

“But I am not like other boys! I am better 
than all of them and I always speak the truth. 


38 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


I promise you, papa, that I will learn a trade, 
and that I will be the consolation and the staff 
of your old age.” 

Geppetto, although he put on a severe face, 
had his eyes full of tears and his heart big with 
sorrow at seeing his poor Pinocchio in such a 
pitiable state. He did not say another word, 
but taking his tools and two small pieces of well- 
seasoned wood he set to work with great dili- 
gence. 

In less than an hour the feet were finished: 
two little feet — swift, well-knit, and nervous. 
They might have been modelled by an artist of 
genius. 

Geppetto then said to the puppet: 

“Shut your eyes and go to sleep!” 

And Pinocchio shut his eyes and pretended to 
be asleep. 

And whilst he pretended to sleep, Geppetto, 
with a little glue which he had melted in an egg- 
shell, fastened his feet in their place, and it was 
so well done that not even a trace could be seen 
of where they were joined. 

No sooner had the puppet discovered that he 
had feet than he jumped down from the table on 
which he was lying, and began to spring and to 
cut a thousand capers about the room, as if he 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 39 


had gone mad with the greatness of his delight. 

“To reward you for what you have done for 
me,” said Pinocchio to his father, “ I will go to 
school at once.” 

“Good boy.” 

“But to go to school I shall want some 
clothes.” 

Geppetto, who was poor, and who had not so 
much as a farthing in his pocket, then made him 
a little dress of flowered paper, a pair of shoes 
from the bark of a tree, and a cap of the crumb of 
bread. 

Pinocchio ran immediately to look at himself 
in a crock of water, and he was so pleased with 
his appearance that he said, strutting about like 
a peacock: 

“I look quite like a gentleman!” 

“Yes, indeed,” answered Geppetto, “for bear 
in mind that it is not fine clothes that make the 
gentleman, but rather clean clothes.” 

“By the bye,” added the puppet, “to go to 
school I am still in want — indeed I am without 
the best thing, and the most important. 

“And what is it?” 

“I have no Spelling-book.” 

“You are right: but what shall we do to get 
one?” 


40 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


“It is quite easy. We have only to go to the 
bookseller’s and buy it.” 

“And the money?” 

“ I have got none.” 

“No more have I,” added the good old man 
very sadly. 

And Pinocchio, although he was a very merry 
boy, became sad also; because poverty, when it 
is real poverty, is understood by everybody — 
even by boys. 

“Well, patience!” exclaimed Geppetto, all at 
once rising to his feet, and putting on his old 
fustian coat, all patched and darned, he ran out 
of the house. 

He returned shortly, holding in his hand a 
Spelling-book for Pinocchio, but the old coat was 
gone. The poor man was in his shirt sleeves, and 
out of doors it was snowing. 

“And the coat, papa?” 

“I have sold it.” 

“Why did you sell it?” 

“Because I found it too hot.” 

Pinocchio understood this answer in an in- 
stant, and unable to restrain the impulse of his 
good heart he sprang up, and throwing his arms 
around Geppetto’s neck he began kissing him 
again and again. 


IX 

Pinocchio sells his Spelling-book that he may 
go and see a puppet-show. 

As soon as it had done snowing Pinocchio set 
out for school with his fine Spelling-book under 
his arm. As he went along he began to imagine 
a thousand things in his little brain, and to build 
a thousand castles in the air, one more beautiful 
than the other. 

And talking to himself he said : 

“ To-day at school I will learn to read at once; 
then to-morrow I will begin to write, and the day 
after to-morrow to cipher. Then with my ac- 
quirements I will earn a great deal of money, and 
with the first money I have in my pocket I will 
immediately buy for my papa a beautiful new 
cloth coat. But what am I saying? Cloth, in- 
deed! It shall be all made of gold and silver, 
and it shall have diamond buttons. That poor 
man really deserves it; for to buy me books and 
have me taught he has remained in his shirt 


42 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


sleeves. . . . And in this cold! It is only fa- 
thers who are capable of such sacrifices! . . . ” 

Whilst he was saying this with great emotion 
he thought that he heard music in the distance 
that sounded like fifes and the beating of a big 
drum: fi-fi-fi, fi-fi-fi, zum, zum, zum, zum. 

He stopped and listened. The sounds came 
from the end of a cross street that took to a little 
village on the seashore. 

“ What can that music be? What a pity that 
I have to go to school, or else . . . ” 

And he remained irresolute. It was, however, 
necessary to come to a decision. Should he go 
to school? or should he go after the fifes? 

“To-day I will go and hear the fifes, and to- 
morrow I will go to school, ” finally decided the 
young scapegrace, shurgging his shoulders. 

The more he ran the nearer came the sounds of 
the fifes and the beating of the big drum: fi-fi-fi- 
zum, zum, zum, zum. 

At last he found himself in the middle of a 
square quite full of people, who were all crowd- 
ing round a building made of wood and canvas, 
and painted a thousand colours. 

“What is that building?” asked Pinocchio, 
turning to a little boy who belonged to the place. 


THE ADVENTURES OF P1NOCCHIO 43 


“Read the placard- — it is all written — and 
then you will know. ” 

“I would read it willingly, but it so happens 
that to-day I don’t know how to read.” 

“Bravo, blockhead! Then I will read it to 
you. The writing on that placard in those 
letters red as fire is: 

"GREAT PUPPET THEATRE.” 

“Has the play begun long?” 

“It is beginning now.” 

“How much deos it cost to go in?” 

“Twopence.” 

Pinocchio, who was in a fever of curiosity, 
lost all control of himself, and without any 
shame he said to the little boy to whom he was 
talking: 

“Would you lend me twopence until to- 
morrow? ” 

“I would lend them to you willingly,” said 
the other, taking him off, “but it so happens 
that to-day I cannot give them to you.” 

“I will sell you my jacket for twopence,” 
the puppet then said to him. 

“What do you think that I could do with a 
jacket of flowered paper? If there was rain and 


44 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 

it got wet, it would be impossible to get it off 
my back. ” 

“Will you buy my shoes?” 

“They would only be of use to light the fire. ” 

“How much will you give me for my cap?” 

“That would be a wonderful acquisition in- 
deed! A cap of bread crumb! There would 
be a risk of the mice coming to eat it whilst it 
was on my head. ” 

Pinocchio was on thorns. He was on the 
point of making another offer, but he had not the 
courage. He hesitated, felt irresolute and re- 
morseful. At last he said: 

“Will you give me twopence for this new 
Spelling-book? ” 

“I am a boy and I don’t buy from boys,” 
replied his little interlocutor, who had much more 
sense than he had. 

“I will buy the Spelling-book for twopence,” 
ealled out a hawker of old clothes, who had been 
listening to the conversation. 

And the book was sold there and then. And 
to think that poor Geppetto had remained at 
home trembling with cold in his shirt sleeves, 
that he might buy his son a Spelling-book 


X 


The puppets recognise their brother Pinocchio „ and 
receive him with delight; but at that moment 
their master Fire-eater makes his appear- 
ance and Pinocchio is in danger of coming 
to a bad end . 

When Pinocchio came into the little puppet 
theatre, an incident occurred that almost pro- 
duced a revolution. 

I must tell you that the curtain was drawn 
up, and the play had already begun. 

On the stage Harlequin and Punchinello were 
as usual quarrelling with each other, and threat- 
ening every moment to come to blows. 

The audience, all attention, laughed till they 
were ill as they listened to the bickerings of 
these two puppets, who gesticulated and abused 
each other so naturally that they might have 
been two reasonable beings, and two persons of 
the world. 

All at once Harlequin stopped short, and 
turning to the public he pointed with his hand: 


46 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 

to some one far down in the pit, and exclaimed 
in a dramatic tone: 

“Gods of the firmament! do I dream, or am 
I awake? But surely that is Pinocchio! . . . ” 

“It is indeed Pinocchio !” cried Punchinello. 

“It is indeed himself!” screamed Miss Rose, 
peeping from behind the scenes. 

“It is Pinocchio! it is Pinocchio!” shouted 
all the puppets in chorus, leaping from all sides 
on to the stage. “It is Pinocchio! It is our 
brother Pinocchio! Long live Pinocchio ! . . .” 

“Pinocchio, come up here to me,” cried Har- 
lequin, “and throw yourself into the arms of 
your wooden brothers!” 

At this affectionate invitation Pinocchio made 
a leap from the end of the pit into the reserved 
seats; another leap landed him on the head of 
the leader of the orchestra, and he then sprang 
upon the stage. 

The embraces, the hugs, the friendly pinches, 
and the demonstrations of warm brotherly 
affection that Pinocchio received from the ex- 
cited crowd of actors and actresses of the puppet 
dramatic company beat description. 

The sight was doubtless a moving one, but 
the public in the pit, finding that the play was 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 47 


stopped, became impatient and began to shout: 
“We will have the play — go on with the play!” 

It was all breath thrown away. The puppets, 
instead of continuing the recital, redoubled their 
noise and outcries, and putting Pinocchio on 
their shoulders they carried him in triumph be- 
fore the footlights. 

At that moment out came the showman. He 
was very big, and so ugly that the sight of him 
was enough to frighten anyone. His beard was 
as black as ink, and so long that it reached from 
his chin to the ground. I need only say that he 
trod upon it when he walked. His mouth was 
as big as an oven, and his eyes were like two lan- 
terns of red glass with lights burning inside them. 
He carried a large whip made of snakes and 
foxes’ tails twisted together, which he cracked 
constantly. 

At his unexpected appearance there was a 
profound silence: no one dared to breathe. A 
fly might have been heard in the stillness. The 
poor puppets of both sexes trembled like so many 
leaves. 

“ Why have you come to raise a disturbance in 
my theatre?” asked the showman of Pinocchio, 


48 THE ADVENTURES OF P1NOCCHIO 


in the gruff voice of a hob-goblin suffering from 
a severe cold in the head. 

“ Believe me, honoured sir, that it was not my 
fault! . . .” 

“That is enough! To-night we will settle 
our accounts. ” 

As soon as the play was over the showman went 
into the kitchen where a fine sheep, preparing 
for his supper, was turning slowly on the spit in 
front of the fire. As there was not enough wood 
to finish roasting and browning it, he called Har- 
lequin and Punchinello, and said to them: 

“Bring that puppet here: you will find him 
hanging on a nail. It seems to me that he is 
made of very dry wood, and I am sure that if 
he was thrown on the fire he would make a 
beautiful blaze for the roast. ” 

At first Harlequin and Punchinello hesitated; 
but, appalled by a severe glance from their mas- 
ter, they obeyed. In a short time they returned 
to the kitchen carrying poor Pinocchio, who was 
wriggling like an eel taken out of water, and 
screaming desperately: “Papa! papa! save me! 
I will not die, I will not die! . . . ” 


XI 


Fire-eater sneezes and pardons Pinocchio , who 
then saves the life of his friend Harlequin. 

The showman Fire-eater — for that was his 
name — looked, I must say, a terrible man, es- 
pecially with his black beard that covered his 
chest and legs like an apron. On the whole, 
however, he had not a bad heart. In proof of 
this, when he saw poor Pinocchio brought before 
him, struggling and screaming “I will not die, 
I will not die!” he was quite moved and felt very 
sorry for him. He tried to hold out, but after 
a little he could stand it no longer and he sneezed 
violently. When he heard the sneeze, Harle- 
quin, who up to that moment had been in the 
deepest affliction, and bowed down like a weep- 
ing willow, became quite cheerful, and leaning 
towards Pinocchio he whispered to him softly: 

“Good news, brother. The showman has 
sneezed, and that is a sign that he pities you, and 
consequently you are saved. ” 

For you must know that whilst most men, 


50 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


when they feel compassion for somebody, either 
weep or at least pretend to dry their eyes, Fire- 
eater, on the contrary, whenever he was really 
overcome, had the habit of sneezing. 

After he had sneezed, the showman, still act- 
ing the ruffian, shouted to Pinocchio: 

“ Have done crying ! Your lamentations have 
given me a pain in my stomach. ... I feel a 
spasm, that almost . . . Etci! etci!” and he 
sneezed again twice. 

“ Bless you!” said Pinocchio. 

“ Thank you ! And your papa and your mam- 
ma, are they still alive?” asked Fire-eater. 

“ Papa, yes; my mamma I have never known. ” 

“Who can say what a sorrow it would be for 
your poor old father if I was to have you thrown 
amongst those burning coals! Poor old man! 
I compassionate him! . . . Etci! etci! etci!” 
and he sneezed again three times. 

“Bless you!” said Pinocchio. 

“Thank you! All the same, some compassion 
is due to me, for as you see I have no more wood 
with which to finish roasting my mutton, and to 
tell you the truth, under the circumstances you 
would have been of great use to me! However, 
I have had pity on you, so I must have patience. 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 51 


Instead of you I will bum under the spit one of 
the puppets belonging to my company. Ho 
there, gendarmes!” 

At this call two wooden gendarmes immedi- 
ately appeared. They were very long and very 
thin, and had on cocked hats, and held un- 
sheathed swords in their hands. 

The showman said to them in a hoarse voice: 

“Take Harlequin, bind him securely, and then 
throw him on the fire to bum. I am determined 
that my mutton shall be well roasted. ” 

Only imagine that poor Harlequin! His ter- 
ror was so great that his legs bent under him, and 
he fell with his face on the ground. 

At this agonising sight Pinocchio, weeping 
bitterly, threw himself at the showman’s feet, 
and bathing his long beard with his tears he be- 
gan to say in a supplicating voice: 

“Have pity, Sir Fire-eater! . . . ” 

“Here there are no sirs,” the showman 
answered severely. 

“Have pity, Sir Knight! . . . ” 

“Here there are no knights!” 

“Have pity, Commander! ...” 

“Here there are no commanders!” 

“ Have pity, Excellence! ...” 


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Upon hearing himself called Excellence the 
showman began to smile, and became at once 
kinder and more tractable. Turning to Pin- 
occhio, he asked: 

“Well, what do you want from me?” 

“I implore you to pardon poor Harlequin.” 

“For him there can be no pardon. As I have 
spared you he must be put on the fire, for I am 
determined that my mutton shall be well 
roasted.” 

“In that case, ”cried Pinocchio proudly, rising 
and throwing away his cap of bread crumb — 
“in that case I know my duty. Come on, gen- 
darmes! Bind me and throw me amongst the 
flames. No, it is not just that poor Harlequin, 
my true friend, should die for me! . . .” 

These words, pronounced in a loud heroic 
voice, made all the puppets who were present 
cry. Even the gendarmes, although they were 
made of wood, wept like two newly-born lambs. 

Fire-eater at first remained as hard and un- 
moved as ice, but little by little he began to melt 
and to sneeze. And having sneezed four or 
five times, he opened his arms affectionately and 
said to Pinocchio: 


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“ You are a good, brave boy! Come here and 
give me a kiss. ” 

Pinocchio ran at once, and climbing like a 
squirrel up the showman’s beard he deposited 
a hearty kiss on the point of his nose. 

“Then the pardon is granted?” asked poor 
Harlequin in a faint voice that was scarcely 
audible. 

“The pardon is granted!” answered Fire-eater; 
he then added, sighing and shaking his head: 

“ I must have patience ! To-night I shall have 
to resign myself to eat the mutton half raw; but 
another time, woe to him who chances! ...” 

At the news of the pardon the puppets all ran 
to the stage, and having lighted the lamps and 
chandeliers as if for a full-dress performanace, 
they began to leap and to dance merrily. At 
dawn they were still dancing. 



XII 


The showman , Fire-eater , makes Pinocchio a pres- 
ent of five gold pieces to take home to his 
father , Geppetto , but Pinocchio instead allows 
himself to be taken in by the Fox and the Cat } 
and goes with them . 

The following day Fire-eater called Pinocchio 
on one side and asked him : 

“What is your father's name?" 

“Geppetto." 

“And what trade does he follow?" 

“He is a beggar." 

“Does he gain much?" 

“ Gain much? Why, he has never a penny in 
his pocket. Only think, to buy a Spelling-book 
for me to go to school he was obliged to sell the 
only coat he had to wear — a coat that, between 
patches and darns, was not fit to be seen." 

“Poor devil! I feel almost sorry for him! Here 
are five gold pieces. Go at once and take them 
to him with my compliments. " 

You can easily understand that Pinocchio 


56 THE ADVENTURES OF PJNOCCHIO 


thanked the showman a thousand times. He em- 
braced all the puppets of the company one by 
one, even to the gendarmes, and beside himself 
with delight set out to return home. 

But he had not gone far when he met on the 
road a Fox lame of one foot, and a Cat blind of 
both eyes, who were going along helping each 
other like good companions in misfortune. The 
Fox, who was lame, walked leaning on the Cat, 
and the Cat, who was blind, was guided by the 
Fox. 

“Good day, Pinocchio,” said the Fox, accost- 
ing him politely. 

“How do you come to know my name? ” asked 
the puppet. 

“I know your father well. ” 

“Where did you see him?” 

“I saw him yesterday at the door of his 
house. ” 

“And what was he doing?” 

“He was in his shirt sleeves and shivering 
with cold. ” 

“Poor papa! But that is over; for the future 
he shall shiver no more! . . . ” 

“Why?” 

“Because I am become a gentlemen.” 


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“A gentleman — you!” said the Fox, and he 
began to laugh rudely and scornfully. The Cat 
also began to laugh, but to conceal it she combed 
her whiskers with her forepaws. 

“ There is little to laugh at,” cried Pinocchio 
angrily. “ I am really sorry to make your mouth 
water, but if you know anything about it, you 
can see that these here are five gold pieces. ” 

And he pulled out the money that Fire-eater 
had made him a present of. 

At the sympathetic ring of the money the Fox, 
with an involuntary movement, stretched out 
the paw that seemed crippled, and the Cat opened 
wide two eyes that looked like two green lan- 
terns. It is true that she shut them again, and 
so quickly that Pinocchio observed nothing. 

“And now,” asked the Fox, “what are you 
going to do with all that money?” 

“First of all,” answered the puppet, “I in- 
tend to buy a new coat for my papa, made of 
gold and silver, and with diamond buttons; 
and then I will buy a Spelling-book for myself. ” 

“ For yourself? ” 

“Yes indeed: for I wish to go to school to 
study in earnest.” 


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“Look at me!” said the Fox. “Through my 
foolish passion for study I have lost a leg. ” 

“Look at me!” said the Cat. “Through my 
foolish passion for study I have lost the sight of 
both my eyes. ” 

At that moment a white Blackbird, that was 
perched on the hedge by the road, began his 
usual song, and said: 

“Pinocchio, don’t listen to the advice of bad 
companions: if you do you will repent it! . . ” 

Poor Blackbird! If only he had not spoken! 
The Cat, with a great leap, sprang upon him, and 
without even giving him time to say Oh! ate him 
in a mouthful, feathers and all. 

Having eaten him and cleaned her mouth she 
shut her eyes again and feigned blindness as 
before. 

“Poor Blackbird!” said Pinocchio to the Cat, 
“why did you treat him so badly?” 

tc I did it to give him a lesson. He will learn 
another time not to meddle in other people’s 
conversation. ” 

They had gone almost half-way when the Fox 
halting suddenly, said to the puppet: 

“Would you like to double your money?” 

“In what way?” 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 59 


“ Would you like to make out of your five 
miserable soverigns, a hundred, a thousand, two 
thousand?” 

“I should think so! but in what way?” 

“The way is easy enough. Instead of re- 
turning home you must go with us. ” 

“And where do you wish to take me?” 

“To the land of the Owls.” 

Pinocchio reflected a moment, and then he 
said resolutely: 

“No, I will not go. I am already close to the 
house, and I will return home to my papa who 
is waiting for me. Who can tell how often the 
poor old man must have sighed yesterday when 
I did not come back! I have indeed been a bad 
son, and the Talking-cricket was right when he 
said : ‘Disobedient boys never come to any good 
in the world.’ I have found it to my cost, for 
many misfortunes have happened to me. Even 
yesterday in Fire-eater’s house I ran the risk. . . 
Oh! it makes me shudder only to think of it!” 

“Well, then, ” said the Fox, “you are quite de- 
cided to go home? Go then, and so much the 
worse for you. ” 

“So much the worse for you!” repeated the 
Cat. 


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“ Think well of it, Pinocchio, for you are giving 
a kick to fortune. ” 

“To fortune!” repeated the Cat. 

“ Between to-day and to-morrow your five 
sovereigns would have become two thousand. ” 
“Two thousand!” repeated the Cat. 

“But how is it possible that they could have 
become so many?” asked Pinocchio, remaining 
with his mouth open from astonishment. 

“I will explain it to you at once,” said the 
Fox. “You must know that in the land of the 
Owls there is a sacred field called by everybody 
the Field of miracles. In this field you must dig 
a little hole, and you put into it, we will say, 
one gold sovereign. You then cover up the hole 
with a little earth: you must water it with two 
pails of water from the fountain, then sprinkle 
it with two pinches of salt, and when night comes 
you can go quietly to bed. In the meanwhile, 
during the night, the gold piece will grow and 
flower, and in the morning when you get up and 
return to the field, what do you find? You find 
a beautiful tree laden with as many gold sover- 
eigns as a fine ear of corn has grains in the 
month of June.” 

“So that,” said Pinocchio, more and more be- 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 61 


wildered, “supposing I buried my five sovereigns 
in that field, how many should I find there the 
following morning?” 

“That is an exceedingly easy calculation,” 
replied the Fox, “ a calculation that you can make 
on the ends of your fingers. Put that every sov- 
vereign gives you an increase of five hundred: 
multiply five hundred by five, and the following 
morning will find you with two thousand five 
hundred shining gold pieces in your pocket. ” 

“Oh! how delightful!” cried Pinocchio, danc- 
ing for joy. “As soon as ever I have obtained 
those sovereigns, I will keep two thousand for 
myself, and the other five hundred I will make 
a present of to you two. ” 

“A present to us?” cried the Fox with in- 
dignation and appearing much offended. “ What 
are you dreaming of? ” 

“What are you dreaming of?” repeated the 
Cat. 

“We do not work,” said the Fox, “for dirty 
interest: we work solely to enrich others.” 

“Others!” repeated the Cat. 

“What good people!” thought Pinocchio to 
himself : and forgetting there and then his papa, 
the new coat, the Spelling-book, and all his good 
resolutions, he said to the Fox and the Cat: 

“Let us be off at once. I will go with you. 



















XIII 


The inn of The Red Craw-fish . 

They walked, and walked, and walked, until at 
last, towards evening, they arrived dead tired at 
the inn of The Red Craw-fish. 

“Let us stop here a little, ” said the Fox, “that 
we may have something to eat and rest our- 
selves for an hour or two. We will start again at 
midnight, so as to arrive at the Field of miracles 
by dawn to-morrow morning. ” 

Having gone into the inn they all three sat 
down to table: but none of them had any ap- 
petite. 

The Cat, who was suffering from indigestion 
and feeling seriously indisposed, could only eat 
thirty-five mullet with tomato sauce, and four 
portions of tripe with Parmesan cheese; and 
because she thought the tripe was not seasoned 
enough, she asked three times for the butter and 
grated cheese! 

The Fox would also willingly have picked a 
little, but as his doctor had ordered him a strict 


64 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


diet, he was forced to content himself simply 
with a hare dressed with a sweet and sour sauce, 
and garnished lightly with fat chickens and 
early pullets. After the hare he sent for a made 
dish of partridges, rabbits, frogs, lizards, and 
other delicacies; he could not touch anything 
else. He had such a disgust to food, he said, 
that he could put nothing to his lips. 

The one who ate the least was Pinocchio. He 
asked for some walnuts and a hunch of bread, 
and left everything on his plate. The poor boy, 
whose thoughts were continually fixed on the 
Field of miracles, had got in anticipation an 
indigestion of gold pieces. 

When they had supped, the Fox said to the 
host: 

“Give us two good rooms, one for Mr. Pin- 
occhio, and the other for me and my companion. 
We will snatch a little sleep before we leave. 
Remember, however, that at midnight we wish 
to be called to continue our journey. ” 

“Yes, gentlemen,” answered the host, and he 
winked at the Fox and the Cat, as much as to 
say: “I know what you are up to. We under- 
stand one another!” 

No sooner had Pinocchio got into bed than he 


THE ADVENTURES OF P1NOCCHIO 65 


fell asleep at once and began to dream. And 
he dreamt that he was in the middle of a field, 
and the field was full of shrubs covered with 
clusters of gold sovereigns, and as they swung in 
the wind they went zin, zin, zin, almost as if 
they would say: “Let who will, come and take 
us. ” But when Pinocchio was at the most inter- 
esting moment, that is, just as he was stretch- 
ing out his hand to pick handfuls of those beauti- 
ful gold pieces and to put them in his pocket, he 
was suddenly awakened by three violent blows 
on the door of his room. 

It was the host who had come to tell him that 
midnight had struck. 

“Are my companions ready? ” asked the pup- 
pet. 

“Ready! Why, they left two hours ago.” 

“Why were they in such a hurry?” 

“Because the Cat had received a message to 
say that her eldest kitten was ill with chilblains 
on his feet, and was in danger of death/ ’ 

“Did they pay for the supper?” 

“ What are you thinking of? ” They are much 
too well educated to dream of offering such an 
insult to a gentleman like you. ” 

“WTat a pity! It is an insult that would 


66 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


have given me so much pleasure!” said Pinoc- 
chio, scratching his head. He then asked: 

“And where did my good friends say they 
would wait for me?” 

“At the Field of miracles, to-morrow morning 
at daybreak.” 

Pinocchio paid a sovereign for his supper and 
that of his companions, and then left. 

Outside the inn it was so pitch dark that he 
had almost to grope his way, for it was impossible 
to see a hand’s breadth in front of him. In the 
adjacent country not a leaf moved. Only some 
night-birds flying across the road from one hedge 
to the other brushed Pinocchio’s nose with their 
wings as they passed, which caused him so much 
terror that, springing back, he shouted: “Who 
goes there?” and the echo in the surrounding 
hills repeated in the distance: “ Who goes there? 
WTio goes there? Who goes there?” 

As he was walking along he saw a little insect 
shining dimly on the trunk of a tree, like a night- 
light in a lamp of transparent china. 

“WTio are you?” asked Pinocchio. 

“I am the ghost of the Talking-cricket,” 
answered the insect in a low voice, so weak and 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 67 


faint that it seemed to come from the other 
world. 

“What do you want with me?” said the 
puppet. 

“I want to give you some advice. Go back, 
and take the four sovereigns that you have left 
to your poor father, who is weeping and in de- 
spair because you have not returned to him. ” 

“By to-morrow my papa will be a gentleman, 
for these four sovereigns will have become two 
thousand. ” 

“Don’t trust, my boy, to those who promise 
to make you rich in a day. Usually they are 
either mad or rogues! Give ear to me, and go 
back.” 

“On the contrary, I am determined to go on.” 

“The hour is late! ...” 

“I am determined to go on.” 

“The night is dark! . . . ” 

“I am determined to go on. ” 

“The road is dangerous! ...” 

“I am determined to go on.” 

“Remember that boys who are bent on follow- 
ing their caprices, and will have their own way, 
sooner or later repent it. ” 


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“Always the same stories. Good-night, 
Cricket. ” 

“Good-night, Pinocchio, and may Heaven pre- 
serve you from dangers and from assassins. ” 
No sooner had he said these words than the 
Talking-cricket vanished suddenly like a light 
that has been blown out, and the road became 
darker than ever. 


XIV 


Pinocchio, because he would not heed the good coun- 
sels of the Talking-cricket , falls amongst 
assassins. 

“Really,” said the puppet to himself as he re- 
sumed his journey, “how unfortunate we poor 
boys are. Everybody scolds us, everybody ad- 
monishes us, everybody gives us good advice. 
To let them talk, they would all take it into their 
heads to be our fathers and our masters — all: 
even the Talking-cricket. See now; because I 
don’t choose to listen to that tiresome cricket, 
who knows, according to him, how many mis- 
fortunes are to happen to me! I am even to meet 
with assassins! That is, however, of little conse- 
quence, for I don’t believe in assassins — I have 
never believed in them. For me, I think that 
assassins have been invented purposely by papas 
to frighten boys who want to go out at night. 
Besides, supposing I was to come across them 
here in the road, do you imagine they would 
frighten me? not the least in the world. I 


70 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


should go to meet them and cry: ‘Gentlemen 
assassins, what do you want with me? Remem- 
ber that with me there is no joking. Therefore 
go about your business and be quiet V At this 
speech, said in a determined tone, those poor 
assassins — I think I see them — would run away 
like the wind. If, however, they were so badly 
educated as not to run away, why, then, I would 
run away myself, and there would be an end 
of it. ...” 

But Pinocchio had not time to finish his 
reasoning, for at that moment he thought that 
he heard a slight rustle of leaves behind him. 

He turned to look, and saw in the gloom two 
evil-looking black figures completely enveloped 
in charcoal sacks. They were running after 
him on tiptoe, and making great leaps like two 
phantoms. 

“Here they are in reality!” he said to him- 
self, and not knowing where to hide his gold 
pieces he put them in his mouth precisely under 
his tongue. 

Then he tried to escape. But he had not gone 
a step when he felt himself seized by the arm, 
and heard two horrid sepulchral voices saying 
to him: 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 71 


“Your money or your life!” 

Pinocchio, not being able to answer in words, 
owing to the money that was in his mouth, made 
a thousand low bows and a thousand pantomimes. 
He tried thus to make the two muffled figures, 
whose eyes were only visible through the holes 
in their sacks, understand that he was a poor 
puppet, and that he had not as much as a false 
farthing in his pocket. 

“Come now! Less nonsense and out with the 
money!” cried the two brigands threateningly. 

And the puppet made a gesture with his hands 
to signify: “I have got none.” 

“Deliver up your money or you are dead,” 
said the tallest of the brigands. 

“Dead!” repeated the other. 

“And after we have killed you, we will also 
kill your father. ” 

“Also your father!” 

“No, no, no, not my poor papa!” cried Pinoc- 
chio in a despairing tone; and as he said it, the 
sovereigns clinked in his mouth. 

“Ah! you rascal! Then you have hidden 
your money under your tongue! Spit it out at 
once!” 

But Pinocchio was obdurate. 


72 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


“Ah! you pretend to be deaf, do you? Wait 
a moment, leave it to us to find a means to make 
you spit it out. ” 

And one of them seized the puppet by the end 
of his nose, and the other took him by the chin, 
and began to pull them brutally, the one up and 
the other down, to constrain him to open his 
mouth. But it was all to no purpose. Pin- 
occhio’s mouth seemed to be nailed and riveted 
together. 

Then the shorter assassin drew out an ugly 
knife and tried to force it between his lips like 
a lever or chisel. But Pinocchio, as quick as 
lightning, caught his hand with his teeth, 
and with one bite bit it clean off and spat it 
out. Imagine his astonishment when instead 
of a hand he perceived that he had spat a cat’s 
paw on to the ground. 

Encouraged by this first victory he used his 
nails to such purpose that he succeeded in liber- 
ating himself from his assailants, and jumping 
the hedge by the roadside he began to fly across 
the country. The assassins ran after him like 
two dogs chasing a hare: and the one who had 
lost a paw ran on one leg, and no one ever knew 
how he managed it. 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 73 


After a race of some miles Pinocchio could do 
no more. Giving himself up for lost he climbed 
the stem of a very high pinetree and seated him- 
self in the topmost branches. The assassins 
attempted to climb after him, but when they had 
reached half-way up the stem they slid down 
again, and arrived on the ground with the skin 
grazed from their hands and knees. 

But they were not to be beaten by so little: 
collecting a quantity of dry wood they piled it 
beneath the pine and set fire to it. In less time 
than it takes to tell the pine began to burn and 
to flame like a candle blown by the wind. Pin- 
occhio, seeing that the flames were mounting 
higher every instant, and not wishing to end his 
life like a roasted pigeon, made a stupendous 
leap from the top of the tree and started afresh 
across the fields and vine-yards. The assassins 
followed him, and kept behind him without once 
giving in. 

The day began to break and they were still 
pursuing him. Suddenly Pinocchio found his 
way barred by a wide deep ditch full of dirty 
water the colour of coffee. What was he to do? 
“One! two! three!” cried the puppet, and making 
a rush he sprang to the other side. The assassins 


74 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


also jumped, but not having measured the dis- 
tance properly — splash, splash! . . . they fell 
into the very middle of the ditch. Pinocchio, 
who heard the plunge and the splashing of the 
water, shouted out, laughing, and without 
stopping: 

“A fine bath to you, gentleman assassins.” 

And he felt convinced that they were drowned, 
when, turning to look, he perceived that on the 
contrary they were both running after him, still 
enveloped in their sacks, with the water dripping 
from them as if they had been two hollow baskets. 


XY 


The assassins pursue Pinocchio; and having over ■« 
taken Mm hang him to a branch of the Big Oak. 

At this sight the puppet’s courage failed him, and 
he was on the point of throwing himself on the 
ground and giving himself over for lost. Turn- 
ing, however, his eyes in every direction, he saw 
at some distance, standing out amidst the dark 
green of the trees, a small house as white as snow. 

“If I had only breath to reach that house,” 
he said to himself, “perhaps I should be saved.” 

And without delaying an instant, he recom- 
menced running for his life through the wood, 
and the assassins after him. 

At last, after a desperate race of nearly two 
hours, he arrived quite breathless at the door of 
the house, and knocked. 

No one answered. 

He knocked again with great violence, for he 
heard the sound of steps approaching him, and 
the heavy panting of his persecutors. The same 
silence. 


76 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


Seeing that knocking was useless he began in 
desperation to kick and pommel the door with 
all his might. The window then opened and a 
beautiful Child appeared at it. She had blue 
hair and a face as white as a waxen image; her 
eyes were closed and her hands were crossed on 
her breast. Without moving her lips in the 
least, she said in a voice that seemed to come from 
the other world : 

“In this house there is no one. They are all 
dead. ” 

“ Then at least open the door for me yourself, ” 
shouted Pinocchio, crying and imploring. 

“I am dead also.” 

“Dead? then what are you doing there at 
the window?” 

“ I am waiting for the bier to come to carry me 
away. ” 

Having said this she immediately disappeared, 
and the window was closed again without the 
slightest noise. 

“Oh! beautiful Child with blue hair,” cried 
Pinocchio, “open the door for pity’s sake! Have 
compassion onapoorboypursuedbyassas . . .” 

But he could not finish the word, for he felt 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 77 


himself seized by the collar, and the same two 
horrible voices said to him threateningly: 

“You shall not escape from us again !” 

The puppet, seeing death staring him in the 
face, was taken with such a violent fit of trembl- 
ing that the joints of his wooden legs began to 
creak, and the sovereigns hidden under his 
tongue to clink. 

“Now then,” demanded the assassins, “will 
you open your mouth, yes or no? Ah! no 
answer? . . . Leave it to us: this time we 
will force you to open it ! . . . ” 

And drawing out two long horrid knives as 
sharp as razors, clash . . . they attempted to 
stab him twice. 

But the puppet, luckily for him, was made of 
very hard wood; the knives therefore broke into 
a thousand pieces, and the assassins were left 
with the handles in their hands staring at each 
other. 

“I see what we must do,” said one of them. 
“He must be hung! let us hang him!” 

“Let us hang him!” repeated the other. 

Without loss of time they tied his arms behind 
him, passed a running noose round his throat, 


78 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


and then hung him to the branch of a tree called 
the Big Oak. 

They then sat down on the grass and waited 
for his last struggle. But at the end of three 
hours the puppet’s eyes were still open, his 
mouth closed and he was kicking more than 
ever. 

Losing patience they turned to Pinocchio 
and said in a bantering tone: 

“ Good-bye till to-morrow. Let us hope that 
when we return you will be polite enough to 
allow yourself to be found quite dead, and with 
your mouth wide open.” 

And they walked off. 

In the meantine a tempestuous northerly 
wind began to blow and roar angrily, and it 
beat the poor puppet as he hung from side to 
side, making him swing violently like the clatter 
of a bell ringing for a wedding. And the swing- 
ing gave him atrocious spasms, and the running 
noose, becoming still tighter round his throat, 
took away his breath. 

Little by little his eyes began to grow dim, but 
although he felt that death was near he still 
continued to hope that some charitable person 
would come to his assistance before it was too 


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late. But when, after waiting and waiting, he 
found that no one came, absolutely no one, then 
he remembered his poor father, and thinking he 
was dying ... he stammered out: 

“Oh, papa! papa! if only you were here!” 

His breath failed him and he could say no 
more. He shut his eyes, opened his mouth, 
stretched his legs, gave a long shudder, and hung 
stiff and insensible. 



XVI 


The beautiful Child with blue hair has the puppet 
taken down; has him put to bed and calls in 
three doctors to know if he is alive or dead . 

Whilst poor Pinocchio, suspended to a branch 
of the Big Oak, was apparently more dead than 
alive, the beautiful Child with blue hair came 
again to the window. When she saw the un- 
happy puppet hanging by his throat, and danc- 
ing up and down in the gusts of the north wind, 
she was moved by compassion. Striking her 
hands together she made three little claps. 

At this signal there came a sound of the sweep 
of wings flying rapidly, and a large Falcon flew 
on to the window-sill. 

“What are your orders, gracious Fairy?” he 
asked, inclining his beak in sign of reverence — 
for I must tell you that the Child with blue hair 
was no more and no less than a beautiful Fairy, 
who for more than a thousand years had lived 
in the wood. 


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“Do you see that puppet dangling from a 
branch of the Big Oak?” 

“I see him.” 

“Very well. Fly there at once: with your 
strong beak break the knot that keeps him sus- 
pended in the air, and lay him gently on the 
grass at the foot of the tree.” 

The Falcon flew away, and after two minutes 
he returned, saying: 

“I have done as you commanded.” 

“And how did you find him?” 

“To see him he appeared dead, but he cannot 
really be quite dead, for I had no sooner loosened 
the running noose that tightened his throat than, 
giving a sigh, he muttered in a faint voice: “ Now 
I feel better! . . 

The Fairy then striking her hands together 
made two little claps, and a magnificent Poodle 
appeared, walking upright on his hind-legs ex- 
actly as if he had been a man. 

He was in the full-dress livery of a coachman. 
On his head he had a three-cornered cap braided 
with gold, his curly white wig came down on to 
his shoulders, he had a chocolate-coloured waist- 
coat with diamond buttons, and two large 
pockets to contain the bones that his mistress 


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gave him at dinner. He had besides a pair of 
short crimson velvet breeches, silk stockings, 
cut-down shoes, and hanging behind him a 
species of umbrella-case made of blue satin, to 
put his tail into when the weather was rainy. 

“Be quick, Medoro, like a good dog!” said 
the Fairy to the Poodle. “ Have the most beau- 
tiful carriage in my coach-house put to, and take 
the road to the wood. When you come to the 
Big Oak you will find a poor puppet stretched on 
the grass half dead. Pick him up gently, and 
lay him flat on the cushions of the carriage and 
bring him here to me. Have you understood?” 

The Poodle, to show that he had understood, 
shook the case of blue satin that he had on three 
or four times, and ran off like a racehorse. 

Shortly afterwards a beautiful little carriage 
came out of the coach-house. The cushions 
were stuffed with canary feathers, and it was 
lined in the inside with whipped cream, custard, 
and Savoy biscuits. The little carriage was 
drawn by a hundred pairs of white mice, and the 
Poodle, seated on the coach-box, cracked his 
whip from side to side like a driver when he is 
afraid that he is behind time. 

A quarter of an hour had not passed when the 


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carriage returned. The Fairy, who was waiting 
at the door of the house, took the poor puppet 
in her arms, and carried him into a little room 
that was wainscotted with mother-of-pearl, and 
sent at once to summon the most famous doctors 
in the neighbourhood. 

The doctors came immediately one after the 
other: namely, a Crow, an Owl, and a Talking- 
cricket. 

“I wish to know from you gentlemen/’ said 
the Fairy, turning to the three doctors who were 
assembled round Pinocchio’s bed — “I wish to 
know from you gentlemen, if this unfortunate 
puppet is alive or dead! . . 

At this request the Crow, advancing first, felt 
Pinocchio’s pulse; he then felt his nose, and 
then the little toe of his foot: and having done 
this carefully, he pronounced solemnly the fol- 
lowing words: 

“To my belief the puppet is already quite 
dead; but if unfortunately he should not be 
dead, then it would be a sign that he is still 
alive!” 

“I regret,” said the Owl, “to be obliged to con- 
tradict the Crow, my illustrious friend and col- 
league; but in my opinion the puppet is still 


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alive: but if unfortunately he should not be 
alive, then it would be a sign that he is dead 
indeed!” 

“And you — have you nothing to say?” asked 
the Fairy of the Talking-cricket. 

“In my opinion the wisest thing a prudent 
doctor can do, when he does not know what he 
is talking about, is to be silent. For the rest, 
that puppet there has a face that is not new to 
me. I have known him for sometime! . . .” 

Pinocchio, who up to that moment had lain 
immovable, like a real piece of wood, was seized 
with a fit of convulsive trembling that shook the 
whole bed. 

“That puppet there,” continued the Talking- 
cricket, “is a confirmed rogue. . . .” 

Pinocchio opened his eyes, but shut them 
again immediately. 

“He is a ragamuffin, a do-nothing, a vaga- 
bond. . . .” 

Pinocchio hid his face beneath the clothes. 

“That puppet there is a disobedient son who 

will make his poor father die of a broken heart! 
>> 

At that instant a suffocated sound of sobs and 
crying was heard in the room. Imagine every- 


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body’s astonishment when, having raised the 
sheets a little, it was discovered that the sounds 
came from Pinocchio. 

“When the dead person cries, it is a sign that 
he is on the road to get well,” said the Crow 
solemnly. 

“I grieve to contradict my illustrious friend 
and colleague,” added the Owl; “but for me, 
when the dead person cries, it is a sign that he is 
sorry to die.” 


XVII 


Pinocchio eats the sugar , but will not take his 
medicine; when, however , he sees the grave- 
diggers, who have arrived to carry him away, 
he takes it. He then tells a lie, and as a 
punishment his nose grows longer. 

As soon as the three doctors had left the room 
the Fairy approached Pinocchio, and having 
touched his forehead she perceived that he was 
in a high fever that was not to be trifled with. 

She therefore dissolved a certain white powder 
in half a tumbler of water, and offering it to 
the puppet she said to him lovingly: 

“Drink it, and in a few days you will be 
cured.” 

Pinocchio looked at the tumbler, made a wry 
face, and then asked in a plaintive voice: 

“Is it sweet or bitter?” 

“It is bitter, but it will do you good.” 

“If it is bitter, I will not take it.” 

“Listen to me: drink it.” 

“I don't like anything bitter.” 


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“ Drink it, and when you have drunk it I will 
give you a lump of sugar to take away the taste.” 

“ Where is the lump of sugar?” 

“Here it is,” said the Fairy, taking a piece 
from a gold sugar-basin. 

“Give me first the lump of sugar, and then I 
will drink that bad bitter water. . . .” 

“Do you promise me?” 

“Yes. . . ” 

The Fairy gave him the sugar, and Pinocchio 
having crunched it up and swallowed it in a 
second, said, licking his lips: 

“ It would be a fine thing if sugar was medicine ! 
. . .1 would take it every day.” 

“Now keep your promise and drink these few 
drops of water, which will restore you to health.” 

Pinocchio took the tumbler unwillingly in his 
hand and put the point of his nose to it: he then 
approached it to his lips: he then again put his 
nose to it, and at last said : 

“It is too bitter! too bitter! I cannot drink 
it.” 

“How can you tell that, when you have not 
even tasted it?” 

“I can imagine it! I know it from the smell. 


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I want first another lump of sugar . . . and 

then I will drink it! . . .” 

The Fairy then, with all the patience of a 
good mamma, put another lump of sugar in his 
mouth, and then again presented the tumbler to 
him. 

“I cannot drink it so!” said the puppet, mak- 
ing a thousand grimaces. 

“Why?” 

“Because that pillow that is down there on 
my feet bothers me.” 

The Fairy removed the pillow. 

“It is useless. Even so I cannot drink it. 

n 

“What is the matter now?” 

“The door of the room, which is half open, 
bothers me.” 

The Fairy went and closed the door. 

“In short,” cried Pinocchio, bursting into 
tears, “I will not drink that bitter water — no, 
no, no! . . .” 

“ My boy, you will repent it. . . 

“I don't care. . . .” 

“Your illness is serious. . . 

“I don't care. . . 


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“The fever in a few hours will carry you into 
the other world. . . .” 

“I don’t care. . . 

“Are you not afraid of death?” 

“I am not in the least afraid! ... I 
would rather die than drink that bitter med- 
icine.” 

At that moment the door of the room flew 
open, and four rabbits as black as ink entered 
carrying on their shoulders a little bier. 

“What do you want with me?” cried Pinoc- 
chio, sitting up in bed in a great fright. 

“We are come to take you,” said the biggest 
rabbit. 

“To take me? . . . But I am not yet 

dead! . . .” 

“No, not yet: but you have only a few min- 
utes to live, as you have refused the medicine 
that vrould have cured you of the fever.” 

“Oh, Fairy, Fairy!” the puppet then began to 
scream, “give me the tumbler at once . . . 

be quick, for pity’s sake, for I will not die — no 
. . . I will not die. . . .” 

And taking the tumbler in both hands he 
emptied it at a draught. 

“W"e must have patience!” said the rabbits; 


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“ 1 this time we have made our journey in vain. ,, 
And taking the little bier again on their shoulders 
they left the room, grumbling and murmuring 
between their teeth. 

In fact, a few minutes afterwards Pinocchio 
jumped down from the bed quite well: because 
you must know that wooden puppets have the 
privilege of being seldom ill and of being cured 
very quickly. 

The Fairy, seeing him running and rushing 
about the room as gay and as lively as a young 
cock, said to him: 

“Then my medicine has really done you 
good?” 

“Good, I should think so! It has restored me 
to life! . . .” 

“Then why on earth did you require so much 
persuasion to take it?” 

“Because you see that we boys are all like 
that! We are more afraid of medicine than of 
the illness.” 

“Disgraceful! Boys ought to know that a 
good remedy taken in time may save them from 
a serious illness, and perhaps even from death. 

Oh! but another time I shall not require so 


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much persuasion. I shall remember those black 
rabbits with the bier on their shoulders . . . 

and then I shall immediately take the tumbler 
in my hand, and down it will go! . . 

“Now come here to me, and tell me how it 
came about that you fell into the hands of those 
assassins.” 

“It came about that the showman Fire-eater 
gave me some gold pieces and said to me: ‘Go, 
and take them to your father!’ and instead I met 
on the road a Fox and a Cat, two very respect- 
able persons, who said to me: ‘Would you like 
those pieces of gold to becomea thousand or two? 
Come with us and we will take you to the Field 
of miracles/ and I said: ‘Let us go.’ And they 
said: ‘Let us stop at the inn of the Red Craw- 
fish/ and a£ter midnight they left. And when I 
awoke I found that they were no longer there, 
because they had gone away. Then I began to 
travel by night, for you cannot imagine how dark 
it was; and on that account I met on the road 
two assassins in charcoal sacks who said to me: 
‘Out with your money/ and I said to them: 
‘I have got none/ because I had hidden the four 
gold pieces in my mouth, and one of the assassins 
tried to put his hand in my mouth, and I bit his 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 93 

hand off and spat it out, but instead of a hand I 
spat out a cat’s paw. And the assassins ran 
after me, and I ran, and ran, until at last they 
caught me, and tied me by the neck to a tree in 
this wood, and said to me: ‘ To-morrow we 
shall return here, and then you will be dead with 
your mouth open, and we shall be able to carry 
of the pieces of gold that you have hidden under 
your tongue.” 

“And the four pieces — where have you put 
them?” asked the Fairy. 

“I have lost them!” said Pinocchio; but he 
was telling a lie, for he had them in his pocket. 

He had scarcely told the lie when his nose, 
which was already long, grew at once two fingers 
longer. 

“And where did you lose them?” 

“In the wood near here.” 

At this second lie his nose went on growing. 

“ If you have lost them in the wood near here,” 
said the Fairy, “we will look for them, and we 
shall find them: because everything that is 
lost in that wood is always found.” 

“Ah! now I remember all about it,” replied 
the puppet, getting quite confused; “I didn’t 
lose the four gold pieces, I swallowed them in- 


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advertently whilst I was drinking your medi- 
cine.” 

At this third lie his nose grew to such an extra- 
ordinary length that poor Pinocchio could not 
move in any direction. If he turned to one side 
he struck his nose against the bed or the window- 
panes, if he turned to the other he struck it 
against the walls or the door, if he raised his 
head a little he ran the risk of sticking it into 
one of the Fairy’s eyes. 

And the Fairy looked at him and laughed. 

“What are you laughing at?” asked the 
puppet, very confused and anxious at finding his 
nose growing so prodigiously. 

“ I am laughing at the lie you have told. 

“And how can you possibly know that I have 
told a lie?” 

“Lies, my dear boy, are found out immedi- 
ately, because they are of two sorts. There are 
lies that have short legs, and lies that have long 
noses. Your lie, as it happens, is one of those 
that have a long nose.” 

Pinocchio, not knowing where to hide himself 
for shame, tried to run out of the room; but he 
did not succeed, for his nose had increased so 
much that it could no longer pass through the 
door. 


XVIII 

Pinocchio meets again the Fox and the Cat, and 
goes with them to bury his money in the Field 
of miracles . 

The Fairy, as you can imagine, allowed the 
puppet to cry and to roar for a good half-hour 
over his nose, which could no longer pass 
through the door of the room. This she did to 
give him a severe lesson, and to correct him of 
the disgraceful fault of telling lies — the most 
disgraceful fault that a boy can have. But 
when she saw him quite disfigured, and his eyes 
swollen out of his head from weeping, die felt 
full of compassion for him. She therefore (beat 
her hands together, and at that signal a thousand 
large birds called Woodpeckers flew in at the 
window. They immediately perched on Pinoc- 
chio s nose, and began to peck at it with such 
zeal that in a few minutes his enormous and 
ridiculous nose was reduced to its usual dimen- 


sions. 


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“ What a good Fairy you are,” said the puppet, 
drying his eyes, “and how much I love you!” 

“I love you also,” answered the Fairy; “and 
if you will remain with me, you shall be my 
little brother and I will be your good little sister. 

yy 

“I would remain willingly . . . but my 

poor papa?” 

“I have thought of everything. I have al- 
ready let your father know, and he will be here 
to-night.” 

“ Really?” shouted Pinocchio, jumping for joy. 
“Then, little Fairy, if you consent, I should like 
to go and meet him. I am so anxious to give a 
kiss to that poor old man, who has suffered so 
much on my account, that I am counting the 
minutes.” 

“Go, then, but be careful not to lose yourself. 
Take the road through the wood and I am sure 
that you will meet him.” 

Pinocchio set out; and as soon as he was in 
the wood he began to run like a kid. But when 
he had reached a certain spot, almost in front 
of the Big Oak, he stopped, because he thought 
that he heard people amongst the bushes. In 
fact, two persons came out on to the road. Can 


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you guess who they were? . . . His two 

travelling companions, the Fox and the Cat, with 
whom he had supped at the inn of the Red Craw- 
fish. 

“Why, here is our dear Pinocchio!” cried the 
Fox, kissing and embracing him. “How came 
you to be here?” 

“How come you to be here?” repeated the Cat. 

“It is a long story,” answered the puppet, 
“which I will tell you when I have time. But 
do you know that the other night, when you left 
me alone at the inn, I met with assassins on the 
road. . . ” 

“Assassins! . . . Oh, poor Pinocchio! And 
what did they want?” 

“They wanted to rob me of my gold pieces.” 

“Villains! . . .” said the Fox. 

“Infamous villains!” repeated the Cat. 

“But I ran away from them,” continued the 
puppet, “and they followed me: and at last 
they overtook me and hung me to a branch of 
that oak-tree. . . .” 

And Pinocchio pointed to the Big Oak, which 
was two steps from them. 

“Is it possible to hear of anything more 
dreadful?” said the Fox. “ In what a world we 


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are condemned to live! Where can respectable 
people like us find a safe refuge?” 

Whilst they were thus talking Pinocchio ob- 
served that the Cat was lame of her front right 
leg, for in fact she had lost her paw with all its 
claws. He therefore asked her: 

“ WTiat have you done with your paw? 

The Cat tried to answer but became confused. 
Therefore the Fox said immediately: 

“My friend is too modest, and that is why she 
doesn’t speak. I will answer for her. I must 
tell you that an hour ago we met an old wolf on 
the road, almost fainting from want of food, who 
asked alms of us. Not having so much as a 
fish-bone to give him, what did my friend, who 
has really the heart of a Caesar, do? She bit 
off one of her fore paws, and threw it to that 
poor beast that he might appease his hunger.” 

And the Fox, in relating this, dried a tear. 

Pinocchio was also touched, and approaching 
the Cat he whispered into her ear: 

“ If all cats resembled you, how fortunate the 
mice would be!” 

“And now, what are you doing here?” asked 
the Fox of the puppet. 


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“I am waiting for my papa, whom I expect to 
arrive every moment.” 

“ And your gold pieces?” 

“I have got them in my pocket, all but one 
that I spent at the inn of the Red Craw-fish.” 

“And to think that, instead of four pieces, by 
to-morrow they might become one or two thou- 
sand! Why do you not listen to my advice? 
why will you not go and bury them in the Field 
of miracles?” 

“To-day it is impossible: I will go another 
day.” 

“Another day it will be too late! . . .” 

said the Fox. 

“Why?” 

“Because the field has been bought by a 
gentleman, and after to-morrow no one will be 
allowed to bury money there.” 

“How far off is the Field of miracles?” 

“Not two miles. Will you come with us? 
In half an hour you will be there. You can bury 
your money at once, and in a few minutes you 
will collect two thousand, and this evening you 
will return with your pockets full. Will you 
come with us?” 

Pinocchio thought of the good Fairy, old 


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Geppetto, and the warnings of the Talking- 
cricket, and he hesitated a little before answer- 
ing. He ended, however, by doing as all boys 
do who have not a grain of sense and who have 
no heart — he ended by giving his head a little 
shake, and saying to the Fox and the Cat: 

“Let us go: I will come with you.” 

And they went. 

After having walked half the day they reached 
a town that was called “Trap for blockheads.” 
As soon as Pinocchio entered this town, he saw 
that the streets were crowded with dogs who had 
lost their coats and who were yawning from 
hunger, shorn sheep trembling with cold, cocks 
without combs or crests who were begging for a 
grain of Indian com, large butterflies who could 
no longer fly because they had sold their beauti- 
ful coloured wings, peacocks who had no tails 
and were ashamed to be seen, and pheasants who 
went scratching about in a subdued fashion, 
mourning for their brilliant gold and silver 
feathers gone for ever. 

In the midst of this crowd of beggars and 
shame-faced creatures, some lordly carriage 
passed from time to time containing a Fox, or a 


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thieving Magpie, or some other ravenous bird 
of prey. 

“And where is the Field of miracles?” asked 
Pinocchio. 

“It is here, not two steps from us.” 

They crossed the town, and having gone be- 
yond the walls they came to a solitary field which 
to look at resembled all other fields. 

“We are arrived,” said the Fox to the puppet. 
“Now stoop down and dig with your hands a 
little hole in the ground and put your gold pieces 
into it.” 

Pinocchio obeyed. He dug a hole, put into it 
the four gold pieces that he had left, and then 
filled up the hole with a little earth. 

“Now, then,” said the Fox, go to that canal 
close to us, fetch a can of water, and water the 
ground where you have sowed them.” 

Pinocchio went to the canal, and as he had no 
can he took off one of his old shoes, and filling 
it with water he watered the ground over the 
hole. 

He then asked: 

“Is there anything else to be done?” 

“Nothing else,” answered the Fox. “We can 
now go away. You can return in about twenty 


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minutes, and you will find a shrub already push- 
ing through the ground, with its branches quite 
loaded with money.” 

The poor puppet, beside himself with joy, 
thanked the Fox and the Cat a thousand times, 
and promised them a beautiful present. 

“We wish for no presents,” answered the two 
rascals. “It is enough for us to have taught 
you the way to enrich yourself without under- 
going hard work, and we are as happy as folk 
out for a holiday.” 

Thus saying they took leave of Pinocchio, and, 
wishing him a good harvest, went about their 
business. 


XIX 


Pinocchio is robbed of his money , and as a punish- 
ment he is sent to prison for four months . 

The puppet returned to the town and began to 
count the minutes one by one; and when he 
thought that it must be time he took the road 
leading to the Field of miracles. 

And as he walked along with hurried steps his 
heart beat fast tic, tac, tic, tac, like a drawing- 
room clock when it is really going well. Mean- 
while he was thinking to himself: 

“And if instead of a thousand gold pieces, I 
was to find on the branches of the tree two thou- 
sand? . . . And instead of two thousand 

supposing I found five thousand? and instead of 
five thousand that I found a hundred thousand? 
Oh! what a fine gentleman I should then be- 
come! ... I would have a beautiful palace, 
a thousand little wooden horses and a thousand 
stables to amuse myself with, a cellar full of 
currant-wine and sweet syrups, and a library 


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quite full of candies, tarts, plum-cakes, maca- 
roons, and biscuits with cream/’ 

Whilst he was building these castles in the air 
he had arrived in the neighbourhood of the field, 
and he stopped to look if by chance he could per- 
ceive a tree with its branches laden with money: 
but he saw nothing. He advanced another hun- 
dred steps — nothing: he entered the field . . . 
he went right up to the little hole where he had 
buried his sovereigns — and nothing. He then 
became very thoughtful, and forgetting the rules 
of society and good manners he took his hands 
out of his pocket and gave his head a long 
scratch. 

At that moment he heard an explosion of 
laughter close to him, and looking up he saw a 
large Parrot perched on a tree, who was pruning 
the few feathers he had left. 

“Why are you laughing?” asked Pinocchio in 
an angry voice. 

“Iam laughing because in pruning my feathers 
I tickled myself under my wings.” 

The puppet did not answer, but went to the 
canal and, filling the same old shoe full of water, 
he proceeded to water the earth afresh that 
covered his gold pieces. 


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Whilst he was thus occupied another laugh, 
and still more impertinent than the first, rang 
out in the silence of that solitary place. 

“Once for all,” shouted Pinocchio in a rage, 
“may I know, you ill-educated Parrot, what 
you are laughing at?” 

“I am laughing at those simpletons who be- 
lieve in all the foolish things that are told them, 
and who allow themselves to be entrapped by 
those who are more cunning than they are.” 

“Are you perhaps speaking of me?” 

“Yes, I am speaking of you, poor Pinocchio — 
of you who are simple enough to believe that 
money can be sown and gathered in fields in the 
same way as beans and gourds. I also believed 
it once, and to-day I am suffering for it. To- 
day — but it is too late — I have at last learnt 
that to put a few pennies honestly together it is 
necessary to know how to earn them, either by 
the work of our own hands or by the cleverness 
of our own brails.” 

“I don’t understand you,” said the puppet, 
who was already trembling with fear. 

“Have patience! I will explain myself better,” 
rejoined the Parrot. “You must know, then, 
that whilst you were in the town the Fox and 


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the Cat returned to the field: they took the 
buried money and then fled like the wind. And 
now he that catches them will be clever.” 

Pinocchio remained with his mouth open, and 
not choosing to believe the Parrot’s words he 
began with his hands and nails to dig up the 
earth that he had watered. And he dug, and 
dug, and dug, and made such a deep hole that a 
rick of straw might have stood upright in it: 
but the money was no longer there. 

He rushed back to the town in a state of 
desperation and went at once to the Courts of 
Justice to denounce the two knaves who had 
robbed him to the judge. 

The judge was a big ape of the gorilla tribe — 
an old ape respectable for his age, his white beard, 
but especially for his gold spectacles without 
glasses that he was always obliged to wear, on 
account of an inflammation of the eyes that had 
tormented him for many years. 

Pinocchio related in the presence of the judge 
all the particulars of the infamous fraud of which 
he had been the victim. He gave the names, the 
surnames, and other details, of the two rascals, 
and ended by demanding justice. 

The judge listened with great benignity; took 


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a lively interest in the story; was much touched 
and moved; and when the puppet had nothing 
further to say he stretched out his hand and 
rang a bell. 

At this summons two mastiffs immediately 
appeared dressed as gendarmes. The judge then, 
pointing to Pinocchio, said to them: 

“That poor devil has been robbed of four gold 
pieces; take him up, and put him immediately 
into prison.” 

The puppet was petrified on hearing this un- 
expected sentence, and tried to protest ; but the 
gendarmes, to avoid losing time, stopped his 
mouth, and carried him off to the lock-up. 

And there he remained for four months — four 
long months — and he would have remained 
longer still if a fortunate chance had not re- 
leased him. For I must tell you that the young 
Emperor who reigned over the town of “Trap 
for blockheads,” having won a splendid victory 
over his enemies, ordered great public rejoicings. 
There were illuminations, fire-works, horse races, 
and velocipede races, and as a further sign of 
triumph he commanded that the prisons should 
be opened and all the prisoners liberated. 


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“ If the others are to be let out of prison, I will 
go also,” said Pinocchio to the jailor. 

“No, not you,” said the jailor, “because you 
do not belong to the fortunate class.” 

“I beg your pardon,” replied Pinocchio, “I 
am also a criminal.” 

“In that case you are perfectly right,” said 
the jailor; and taking off his hat and bowing to 
him respectfully he opened the prison doors and 
let him escape. 


XX 


Liberated from prison, he starts to return to the 
Fairy 7 s house, but on the road he meets with 
a horrible serpent, and afterwards he is caught 
in a trap. 

You can imagine Pinocchio’s joy when he found 
himself free. Without stopping to take breath 
he immediately left the town and took the road 
that led to the Fairy’s house. 

On account of the rainy weather the road had 
become a marsh into which he sank knee-deep. 
But the puppet would not give in. Tormented 
by the desire of seeing his father and his little 
sister with blue hair again he ran and leapt like 
a grey-hound, and as he ran he was splashed with 
mud from head to foot. And he said to himself 
as he went along: “How many misfortunes 
have happened to me . . . and I deserved 
them! for I am an obstinate, passionate puppet. 
. . . I am always bent upon having my own 

way, without listening to those who wish me 
well, and who have a thousand times more sense 


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than I have! . . . But from this time forth 

I am determined to change and to become orderly 
and obedient. . . . For at last I have seen 

that disobedient boys come to no good and gain 
nothing. And will my papa have waited for me? 
Shall I find him at the Fairy’s house! Poor 
man, it is so long since I last saw him: I am 
dying to embrace him, and to cover him with 
kisses! Amd will the Fairy forgive me my bad 
conduct to her? ... To think of all the 
kindness and loving care I received from her 
. . . to think that if I am now alive I owe 

it to her! . . . Would it be possible to find 

a more ungrateful boy, or one with less heart than 
I have! . . ” 

Whilst he was saying this he stopped suddenly, 
frightened to death, and made four steps back- 
wards. 

What had he seen? . . . 

He had seen an immense Serpent stretched 
across the road. Its skin was green, it had red 
eyes, and a pointed tail that was smoking like a 
chimney. 

It would be impossible to imagine the puppet’s 
terror. He walked away to a safe distance, and 
sitting down on a heap of stones waited until 


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the Serpent should have gone about its business 
and had left the road clear. 

He waited an hour; two hours; three hours; 
but the Serpent was always there, and even from 
a distance he could see the red light of his fiery 
eyes and the column of smoke that ascended 
from the end of his tail. 

At last Pinocchio, trying to feel courageous, 
approached to within a few steps, and said to the 
Serpent in a little soft, insinuating voice: 

“ Excuse me, Sir Serpent, but would you be 
so good as to move a little to one side, just enough 
to allow me to pass?” 

He migh as well have spoken to the wall. No- 
body moved. 

He began again in the same soft voice: 

“ You must know, Sir Serpent, that I am on my 
way home, where my father is waiting for me, 
and it is such a long time since I saw him last! 
. . . Will you therefore allow me to continue 

my road?” 

He waited for a sign in answer to this request, 
but there was none: in fact the Serpent, who up 
to that moment had been sprightly and full of 
life, became motionless and almost rigid. He 
shut his eyes and his tail ceased smoking. 


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“Can he really be dead?” said Pinocchio, rub- 
bing his hands with delight; and he determined 
to jump over him and reach the other side of the 
road. But just as he was going to leap the 
Serpent raised himself suddenly on end, like a 
spring set in motion; and the puppet, drawing 
back, in his terror caught his feet and fell to the 
ground. 

And he fell so awkwardly that his head stuck 
in the mud and his legs went into the air. 

At the sight of the puppet kicking violently 
with his head in the mud the Serpent went into 
convulsions of laughter, and he laughed, and 
laughed, and laughed, until from the violence 
of his laughter he broke a blood-vessel in his 
chest and died. And that time he was really 
dead. 

Pinocchio then set off running in hopes that 
he should reach the Fairy’s house before dark. 
But before long he began to suffer so dreadfully 
from hunger that he could not bear it, and he 
jumped into a field by the way-side intending to 
pick some bunches of muscatel grapes. Oh, that 
he had never done it! 

He had scarcely reached the vines when 
crac ... his legs were caught between two 


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cutting iron bars, and he became so giddy with 
pain that stars of every colour danced before his 
eyes. 

The poor puppet had been taken in a trap put 
there to capture some big polecats who were the 
scourge of the poultry-yards in the neighbour- 
hood. 
























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XXI 

Pinocchio is taken by a peasant, who obliges him 
to fill the place of his watch-dog in the poultry- 
yard. 

Pinocchio, as you can imagine, began to cry and 
scream: but his tears and groans were useless, 
for there was not a house to be seen, and not a 
living soul passed down the road. 

At last night came on. 

Partly from the pain of the trap that cut his 
legs, and a little from fear at finding himself 
alone in the dark in the midst of the fields, the 
puppet was on the point of fainting. Just at 
that moment he saw a Firefly flitting over his 
head. He called to it and said: 

“Oh, little Firefly, will you have pity on me 
and liberate me from this torture?” 

“Poor boy!” said the Firefly, stopping and 
looking at him with compassion, “but how could 
your legs have been caught by those sharp 
irons?” 


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“ I came into the field to pick two bunches of 
these muscatel grapes, and . . .” 

“Rut were the grapes yours?” 

“No. . . .” 

“Then who taught you to carry off other 
people’s property?” 

“I was so hungry. . . .” 

“Hunger, my boy, is not a good reason for 
appropriating what does not belong to us. . . .” 

“That is true, that is true!” said Pinocchio, 
crying. “I will never do it again.” 

At this moment their conversation was inter- 
rupted by a slight sound of approaching foot- 
steps. It was the owner of the field coming on 
tiptoe to see if one of the polecats that ate his 
chickens during the night had been caught in his 
trap. 

His astonishment was great when, having 
brought out his lantern from under his coat, he 
perceived that instead of a polecat a boy had 
been taken. 

“Ah, little thief,” said the angry peasant, 
“then it is you who carry off my chickens?” 

“No, it is not I; indeed it is not!” cried 
Pinocchio, sobbing. “I only came into the field 
to take two bunches of grapes! . . .” 


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“He who steals grapes is quite capable of steal- 
ing chickens. Leave it to me, I will give you a 
lesson that you will not forget in a hurry.” 

Opening the trap he seized the puppet by the 
collar, and carried him to his house as if he had 
been a young lamb. 

When he reached the yard in front of the house 
he threw him roughly on the ground, and putting 
his foot on his neck he said to him : 

“It is late, and I want to go to bed; we will 
settle our accounts to-morrow. In the mean- 
while, as the dog who kept guard at night died 
to-day, you shall take his place at once. You 
shall be my watch-dog.” 

And taking a great collar covered with brass 
knobs he strapped it tightly round his throat 
that he might not be able to draw his head out 
of it. A heavy chain attached to the collar was 
I fastened to the wall. 

“If it should rain to-night,” he then said to 
;him, “you can go and lie down in the kennel; 
the straw that has served as a bed for my poor dog 
for the last four years is still there. If unfortu- 
nately robbers should come, remember to keep 
your ears pricked and to bark.” 

After giving him this last injunction the man 


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went into the house, shut the door, and put up 
the chain. 

Poor Pinocchio remained lying on the ground 
more dead than alive from the effects of cold, 
hunger, and fear. From time to time he put his 
hands angrily to the collar that tightened his 
throat and said, crying: 

“It serves me right! . . . Decidedly it 

serves me right! I was determined to be a vaga- 
bond and a good-for-nothing. ... I would 
listen to bad companions, and that is why I 
always meet with misfortunes. If I had been 
a good little boy as so many are; if I had been 
willing to learn and to work; if I had remained 
at home with my poor papa, I should not now 
be in the midst of the fields and obliged to be the 
watch-dog to a peasant’s house. Oh, if I could 
be bom again ! But now it is too late, and I must 
have patience!” 

Relieved by this little outburst, which came 
straight from his heart, he went into the dog- 
kennel and fell asleep. 


XXII 


Pinocchio discovers the robbers , and as a reward 
for his fidelity is set at liberty . 

He had been sleeping heavily for about two 
hours when, towards midnight, he was roused by 
a whispering of strange voices that seemed to 
come from the courtyard. Putting the point of 
his nose out of the kennel he saw four little 
beasts with dark fur, that looked like cats, stand- 
ing consulting together. But they were not 
cats; they were polecats — carnivorous little ani- 
mals, especially greedy for eggs and young 
chickens. One of the polecats, leaving his com- 
panions, came to the opening of the kennel and 
said in a low voice: 

“Good evening, Melampo.” 

“My name is not Melampo,” answered the 
puppet. 

“Oh! then who are you?” 

“I am Pinocchio.” 

“And what are you doing here?” 

“I am acting as watch-dog.” 


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“Then where is Melampo? Where is the old 
dog who lived in this kennel?” 

“He died this morning.” 

“Is he dead? Poor beast! He was so good. 
But judging you by your face I should say that 
you were also a good dog.” 

“I beg your pardon, I am not a dog.” 

“Not a dog? Then what are you?” 

“I am a puppet.” 

“And you are acting as watch-dog?” 

“That is only too true — as a punishment.” 

“Well, then, I will offer you the same con- 
ditions that we made with the deceased Me- 
lampo, and I am sure you will be satisfied with 
them.” 

“What are these conditions?” 

“One night in every week you are to permit 
us to visit this poultry-yard as we have hitherto 
done, and to carry off eight chickens. Of these 
chickens seven are to be eaten by us, and one we 
will give to you, on the express understanding, 
however, that you pretend to be asleep, and that 
it never enters your head to bark and to wake 
the peasant.” 

“Did Melampo act in this manner?” asked 
Pinocchio. 


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“ Certainly, and we were always on the best 
terms with him. Sleep quietly, and rest assured 
that before we go we will leave by the kennel a 
beautiful chicken ready plucked for your break- 
fast to-morrow. Have we understood each 
other clearly?” 

“Only too clearly! . . .” aswered Pinoc- 

chio, and he shook his head threateningly as 
much as to say : “You shall hear of this shortly !” 

The four polecats thinking themselves safe 
repaired to the poultry-yard, which was close to 
the kennel, and having opened the wooden gate 
with their teeth and claws, they slipped in one 
by one. But they had only just passed through 
when they heard the gate shut behind them with 
great violence. 

It was Pinocchio who had shut it; and for 
greater security he put a large stone against it 
to keep it closed. 

He then began to bark, and he barked exactly 
like a watch-dog: bow-wow, bow-wow. 

Hearing the barking the peasant jumped out 
of bed, and taking his gun he came to the window 
and asked: 

“What is the matter?” 

“There are robbers!” answered Pinocchio. 


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“Where are they?” 

“ In the poultry-yard.” 

“I will come down directly.” 

In fact, in less time than it takes to say Amen, 
the peasant came down. He rushed into the 
poultry-yard, caught the polecats, and having 
put them into a sack, he said to them in a tone 
of great satisfaction: 

“At last you have fallen into my hands! I 
might punish you, but I am not so cruel. I will 
content myself instead by carrying you in the 
morning to the innkeeper of the neighbouring 
village, who will skin and cook you as hares with 
a sweet and sour sauce. It is an honour that 
you don’t deserve, but generous people like me 
don’t consider such trifles! . . .” 

He then approached Pinocchio and began to 
caress him, and amongst other things he asked 
him: 

“How did you manage to discover the four 
thieves? To think that Melampo, my faithful 
Melampo, never found out anything! . . 

The puppet might then have told him the 
whole story; he might have informed him of the 
disgraceful conditions that had been made be- 
tween the dog and the polecats; but he remem- 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 123 


bered that the dog was dead, and he thought to 
himself : 

“What is the good of accusing the dead? 
. . . The dead are dead, and the best thing 
to be done is to leave them in peace! . . 

“When the thieves got into the yard were you 
asleep or awake?” the peasant went on to ask 
him. 

“I was asleep,” answered Pinocchio, “but the 
polecats woke me with their chatter, and one of 
them came to the kennel and said to me: ‘If you 
promise not to bark, and not to wake the master, 
we will make you a present of a fine chicken 
ready plucked! . . .' To think that they 

should have had the audacity to make such a 
proposal to me! For although I am a puppet, 
possessing perhaps nearly all the faults in the 
world, there is one that I certainly will never 
be guilty of, that of making terms with, and 
sharing the gains of, dishonest people!” 

“Well said, my boy!” cried the peasant, slap- 
ping him on the shoulder. “Such sentiments 
do you honour: and as a proof of my gratitude 
I will at once set you at liberty, and you may 
return home.” 

And he removed the dog's collar 












XXIII 


Pinocchio mourns the death of the beautiful Child 
with the blue hair. He then meets with a 
pigeon who flies with him to the seashore , and 
there he throws himself into the water to go to 
the assistance of his father Geppetto. 

As soon as Pinocchio was released from the 
heavy and humiliating weight of the dog-collar 
he started off across the fields, and never stopped 
until he had reached the high road that led to the 
Fairy’s house. There he turned and looked 
down into the plain beneath. He could see dis- 
tinctly with his naked eye the wood where he 
had been so unfortunate as to meet with the Fox 
and the Cat; he could see amongst the trees the 
top of the Big Oak to which he had been hung; 
but although he looked in every direction, the 
little house belonging to the beautiful Child 
with the blue hair was nowhere visible. 

Seized with a sad presentiment he began to 
run with all the strength he had left, and in a 
few minutes he reached the field where the little 


126 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


white house had once stood. But the little white 
house was no longer there. He saw instead a 
marble stone, on which were engraved these sad 
words: 


HERE LIES 

THE CHILD WITH THE BLUE HAIR 
WHO DIED FROM SORROW 
BECAUSE SHE WAS ABANDONED BY HER 
LITTLE BROTHER PINOCCHIO 

I leave you to imagine the puppet’s feelings 
when he had with difficulty spelt out this epitaph. 
He fell with his face on the ground and, covering 
the tombstone with a thousand kisses, burst into 
an agony of tears. He cried all night, and when 
morning came he was still crying although he had 
no tears left, and his sobs and lamentations were 
so acute and heart-breaking that they roused the 
echoes in the surrounding hills. 

And as he wept he said: 

“Oh, little Fairy, why did you die? Why did 
not I die instead of you, I who am so wicked, 
whilst you were so good? . . . And my 

papa? Where can he be? Oh, little Fairy, tell 
me where I can find him, for I want to remain 


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with him always and never to leave him again, 
never again! . . . Oh, little Fairy, tell me 

that it is not true that you are dead! ... If 
you really love me ... if you really love 
your little brother, come to life again . . . 

come to life as you were before! . . . Does 

it not grieve you to see me alone and abandoned 
by everybody? ... If assassins come they 
will hang me again to the branch of a tree . . . 
and then I should die indeed. What do you 
imagine that I can do here alone in the world? 
Now that I have lost you and my papa, who will 
give me food? Where shall I go to sleep at 
night? Who will make me a new jacket? Oh, 
it would be better, a hundred times better, that 
I should die also! Yes, I want to die . . . 

ih! ih! ih!” 

And in his despair he tried to tear his hair; 
but his hair, being made of wood, he could not 
even have the satisfaction of sticking his fingers 
into it. 

Just then a large Pigeon flew over his head, and 
stopping with distended wings called down to 
him from a great height: 

“Tell me, child, what are you doing there?” 

“Don’t you see? I am crying!” said Pinoc- 


128 THE ADVENTURES OF P1NOCCHJO 


chio, raising his head towards the voice and 
rubbing his eyes with his jacket. 

“Tell me,” continued the Pigeon, “amongst 
your companions, do you happen to know a 
puppet who is called Pinocchio?” 

“Pinocchio? . . . Did you say Pinocchio?” 
repeated the puppet, jumping quickly to his 
feet. “I am Pinocchio !” 

The Pigeon at this answer descended rapidly 
to the ground. He was larger than a turkey. 

“Do you also know Geppetto?” he asked. 

“If I know him! He is my poor papa! Has 
he perhaps spoken to you of me? Will you take 
me to him? Is he still alive? Answer me for 
pity’s sake: is he still alive?” 

“I left him three days ago on the sea-shore.” 

“What was he doing?” 

“He was building a little boat for himself, to 
cross the ocean. For more than three months 
that poor man has been going all round the world 
looking for you. Not having succeeded in find- 
ing you he has now taken it into his head to go 
to the distant countries of the new world in 
search of you.” 

“How far is it from here to the shore?” asked 
Pinocchio breathlessly. 


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“More than six hundred miles.” 

“Six hundred miles? Oh, beautiful Pigeon, 
what a fine thing it would be to have your 
wings! . . .” 

“If you wish to go, I will carry you there.” 

“How?” 

“Astride on my back. Do you weigh much?” 

“I weigh next to nothing. I am as light as a 
feather.” 

And without waiting for more Pinocchio 
jumped at once on the Pigeon’s back, and putting 
a leg on each side of him as men do on horseback, 
he exclaimed joyfully: 

“Gallop, gallop, my little horse, for I am 
anxious to arrive quickly! . . .” 

The Pigeon took flight, and in a few minutes 
had soared so high that they almost touched the 
clouds. Finding himself at such an immense 
height the puppet had the curiosity to turn and 
look down • but his head spun round, and he be- 
came so frightened, that to save himself from the 
danger of falling he wound his arms tightly round 
the neck of his fethered steed. 

They flew all day. Towards evening the 
Pigeon said: 

“I am very thirsty!” 


130 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


“And I am very hungry!” rejoined Pinocchio. 

“Let us stop at that dovecot for a few min- 
utes 5 and then we will continue our journey that 
we may reach the seashore by dawn to-morrow.” 

They went into a deserted dovecot, where they 
found nothing but a basin full of water and a 
basket full of vetch. 

The puppet had never in his life been able to 
eat vetch : according to him it made him sick and 
revolted him. That evening, however, he ate to 
repletion, and when he had nearly emptied the 
basket he turned to the Pigeon and said to him: 

“I never could have believed that vetch was 
so good!” 

“Be assured, my boy,” replied the Pigeon, 
“that when hunger is real, and there is nothing 
else to eat, even vetch becomes delicious. 
Hunger knows neither caprice nor greediness.” 

Having quickly finished their little meal they 
recommenced their journey and flew away. 
The following morning they reached the sea- 
shore. 

The Pigeon placed Pinocchio on the ground, 
and not wishing to be troubled with thanks for 
having done a good action, flew quickly away 
and disappeared. 


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The shore was crowded with people who were 
looking out to sea, shouting and gesticulating. 

“What has happened?” asked Pinocchio of 
an old woman. 

“A poor father who has lost his son has gone 
away in a boat to search for him on the other 
side of the water, and to-day the sea is tempestu- 
ous and the little boat is in danger of sinking.” 

“Where is the little boat?” 

“It is out there in a line with my finger,” said 
the old woman, pointing to a little boat which, 
seen at that distance, looked like a nutshell with 
a very little man in it. 

Pinocchio fixed his eyes on it, and after looking 
attentively he gave a piercing scream, crying: 

“ It is my papa! it is my papa!” 

The boat meanwhile, beaten by the fury of the 
waves, at one moment disappeared in the trough 
of the sea, and the next came again to the sur- 
face. Pinocchio, standing on the top of a high 
rock, kept calling to his father by name, and 
making every kind of signal to him with his 
hands, his handkerchief, and his cap. 

And although he was so far off, Geppetto 
appeared to recognize his son, for he also took 
off his cap and waved it, and tried by gestures 


132 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


to make him understand that he would have re- 
turned if it had been possible, but that the sea 
was so tempestuous that he could not use his 
oars or approach the shore. 

Suddenly a tremendous wave rose and the 
boat d isappeared. They waited , hoping it would 
come again to the surface, but it was seen no 
more. 

“Poor man!” said the fishermen who were 
assembled on the shore, and murmuring a prayer 
they turned to go home. 

Just then they heard a desperate cry, and look- 
ing back they saw a little boy who exclaimed, as 
he jumped from a rock into the sea: 

“I will save my papa!” 

Pinocchio, being made of wood, floated easily 
and he swam like a fish. At one moment they 
saw him disappear under the water, carried down 
by the fury of the waves; and next he reappeared 
struggling with a leg or an arm. At last they 
lost sight of him, and he was seen no more. 

“Poor boy!” said the fishermen who were 
collected on the shore, and murmuring a prayer 
they returned home. 


XXIV 


Pinocchio arrives at the island of the 11 Industrious 
Bees” and finds the Fairy again. 

Pinocchio, hoping to be in time to help his 
father, swam the whole night. 

And what a horrible night it was! The rain 
came down in torrents, it hailed, the thunder was 
frightful, and the flashes of lightning made it as 
light as day. 

Towards morning he saw a long strip of land 
not far off. It was an island in the midst of the 
sea. 

He tried his utmost to reach the shore: but 
it was all in vain. The waves, racing and tumbl- 
ing over each other, knocked him about as if he 
had been a stick or a wisp of straw. At last, 
fortunately for him, a billow rolled up with such 
fury and impetuosity that he was lifted up and 
thrown violently far on to the sands. 

He fell with such force that, as he struck the 
ground, his ribs and all his joints cracked, but he 
comforted himself, saying: 


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“This time also I have made a wonderful 
escape!” 

Little by little the sky cleared, the sun shone 
out in all his splendour, and these a became as 
quite and as smooth as oil. 

The puppet put his clothes in the sun to dry, 
and began to look in every direction in hopes of 
seeing on the vast expense of water a little boat 
with a little man in it. But although he looked 
and looked, he could see nothing but the sky, and 
the sea, and the sail of some ship, but so far 
away that it seemed no bigger than a fly. 

“If I only knew what this island was called!” 
he said to himself. “If I only knew whether it 
was inhabited by civilised people — I mean by 
people who have not got the bad habit of hang- 
ing boys to the branches of the trees. But who 
can I ask? who, if there is nobody? . . 

This idea of finding himself alone, alone, all 
alone, in the midst of this great uninhabited 
country, made him so melancholy that he was 
just beginning to cry. But at that moment, at 
a short distance from the shore, he saw a big fish 
swimming by; it was going quietly on its own 
business with its head out of the water. 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 135 


Not knowing its name the puppet called to it 
in a loud voice to make himself heard: 

“Eh ; Sir fish, will you permit me a word with 
you?” 

“Two if you like,” answered the fish, who was 
a Dolphin, and so polite that few similar are to 
be found in any sea in the world. 

“Will you be kind enough to tell me if there 
are villages in this island where it would be 
possible to obtain something to eat, without 
running the danger of being eaten?” 

“Certainly there are,” replied the Dolphin. 
“Indeed you will find one at a short distance 
from here.” 

“And what road must I take to go there?” 

“You must take that path to your left and 
follow your nose. You cannot make a mistake. 

“Will you tell me another thing? You who 
swim about the sea all day and all night, have 
you by chance met a little boat with my papa in 
it?” 

“And who is your papa?” 

“He is the best papa in the world, whilst it 
would be difficult to find a worse son than lam.” 

“During the terrible storm last night,” an- 


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swered the Dolphin, “the little boat must have 
gone to the bottom.” 

“And my papa?” 

“ He must have been swallowed by the terrible 
Dog-fish who for some days past has been spread- 
ing devastation and ruin in our waters.” 

“Is this Dog-fish very big?” asked Pinocchio, 
who was already beginning to quake with fear. 

“Big! . . .” replied the Dolphin. “That 

you may form some idea of his size, I need only 
tell you that he is bigger than a five-storied 
house, and that his mouth is so enormous and so 
deep that a railway train with its smoking engine 
could pass easily down his throat.” 

“Mercy upon us!” exclaimed the terrified pup- 
pet; and putting on his clothes with the greatest 
haste he said to the Dolphin: 

“Good-bye, Sir fish: excuse the trouble I 
have given you, and many thanks for your polite- 
ness.” 

He then took the path that had been pointed 
out to him and began to walk fast — so fast, in- 
deed, that he was almost running. And at the 
slightest noise he turned to look behind him, 
fearing that he might see the terrible Dog-fish 
with a railway train in its mouth following him. 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 137 


After a walk of half an hour he reached a 
little village called “The village of the In- 
dustrious Bees.” The road was alive with 
people running here and there to attend to their 
business : all were at work, all had something to 
do. You could not have found an idler or a 
vagabond, not even if you had searched for him 
with a lighted lamp. 

“Ah!” said that lazy Pinocchio at once, “I 
see that this village will never suit me! I 
wasn’t born to work!” 

In the meanwhile he was tormented by hunger, 
for he had eaten nothing for twenty-four hours — 
not even vetch. What was he to do? 

There were only two ways by which he could 
obtain food — either by asking for a little work, 
or by begging for a halfpenny or for a mouthful 
of bread. 

He was ashamed to beg, for his father had al- 
ways preached to him that no one had a right to 
beg except the aged and the infirm. The really 
poor in this world, deserving of compassion and 
assistance, are only those who from age or sick- 
ness are no longer able to earn their own bread 
with the labour of their hands. It is the duty 
of every one else to work; and if they will not 


138 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


work, so much the worse for them if they suffer 
from hunger. 

At that moment a man came down the road, 
tired and panting for breath. He was dragging 
alone, with fatigue and difficulty, two carts full 
of charcoal. 

Pinocchio, judging by his face that he was a 
kind man, approached him, and casting down his 
eyes with shame he said to him in a low voice: 

“ Would you have the charity to give me a 
halfpenny, for I am dying of hunger?” 

“You shall have not only a halfpenny,” said 
the man, “but I will give you twopence, pro- 
vided that you help me to drag home these two 
carts of charcoal. 

“I am surprised at you!” answered the puppet 
in a tone of offense. “Let me tell you that I am 
not accustomed to do the work of a donkey: I 
have never drawn a cart! . . .” 

“So much the better for you,” answered the 
man. “Then, my boy, if you are really dying of 
hunger, eat two fine slices of your pride, and be 
careful not to get an indigestion.” 

A few minutes afterwards a mason passed 
down the road carrying on his shoulders a basket 
of lime. 


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“ Would you have the charity, good man, to 
give a halfpenny to a poor boy who is yawning 
for want of food?” 

“Willingly,” answered the man. “ Come with 
me and carry the lime, and instead of a half- 
penny I will give you five.” 

“But the lime is heavy,” objected Pinocchio, 
“and I don’t want to tire myself.” 

“If you don’t want to tire yourself, then, my 
boy, amuse yourself with yawning, and much 
good may it do you.” 

In less than half an hour twenty other people 
went by; and Pinocchio asked charity of them 
all, but they all answered : 

“Are you not ashamed to beg? Instead of 
idling about the roads, go and look for a little 
work and learn to earn your bread.” 

At last a nice little woman carrying two cans 
of water came by. 

“Will you let me drink a little water out of 
your can?” asked Pinocchio, who was burning 
with thirst. 

“Drink, my boy, if you wish it!” said the little 
woman, setting down the two cans. 

Pinocchio drank like a fish, and as he dried his 
mouth he mumbled: 


140 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 

“I have quenched my thirst. If I could only 
appease my hunger! . . .” 

The good woman hearing these words said at 
once: 

“ If you will help me to carry home these two 
cans of water, I will give you a fine piece of 
bread.” 

Pinocchio looked at the can and answered 
neither yes nor no. 

“And besides the bread you shall have a nice 
dish of cauliflower dressed with oil and vinegar,” 
added the good woman. 

Pinocchio gave another loo.k at the can, and 
answered neither yes or no. 

“And after the cauliflower I will give you a 
beautiful bonbon full of syrup.” 

The temptation of this last dainty was so 
great that Pinocchio could resist no longer, and 
with an air of decision he said: 

“I must have patience! I will carry the can 
to your house.” 

The can was heavy, and the puppet not being 
strong enough to carry it in his hand, had to re- 
sign himself to carry it on his head. 

When they reached the house the good little 
woman made Pinocchio sit down at a small 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 14 ! 


table already laid and she placed before him 
the bread, the cauliflower, and the bonbon. 

Pinocchio did not eat, he devoured. His 
stomach was like an apartment that had been 
left empty and uninhabited for five months. 

When his ravenous hunger was somewhat ap- 
peased he raised his head to thank his bene- 
factress; but he had no sooner looked at her 
than he gave a prolonged Oh-h-! of astonish- 
ment, and continued staring at her, with wide 
open eyes, his fork in the air, and his mouth full of 
bread and cauliflower, as if he had been bewitched. 

“ What has surprised you so much?” asked the 
good woman, laughing. 

“It is . . .” answered the puppet, “it is 

. . . it is . . . that you are like . . . 

that you remind me . . . yes, yes, yes, the 

same voice . . . the same eyes . . . the 

same hair . . . yes, yes, yes . . . you 

also have blue hair ... as she had . . . 

Oh, little Fairy! . . . tell me that it is you, 

really you! . . . Do not make me cry any 

more! If you knew ... I have cried so 
much, I have suffered so much. . . .” 

And throwing himself at her feet on the floor, 
Pinocchio embraced the knees of the mysterious 
little woman and began to cry bitterly. 









































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XXV 

Pinocchio 'promises the Fairy to he good and 
studious , for he is quite sick of being a puppet 
and wishes to become an exemplary boy . 

At first the good little woman maintained that 
she was not the little Fairy with blue hair; but 
seeing that she was found out, and not wishing 
to continue the comedy any longer, she ended 
by making herself known, and she said to Pinoc- 
chio: 

“You little rogue! how did you ever discover 
who I was?” 

“It was my great affection for you that told 
me.” 

“ Do you remember? You left me a child, and 
now that you have found me again I am a woman 
— a woman almost old enough to be your 
mamma.” 

“I am delighted at that, for now, instead of 
calling you little sister, I will call you mamma. 
I have wished for such a long time to have a 


144 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


mamma like other boys! . . . But how did 
you manage to grow so fast?” 

- “That is a secret.” 

' “ Teach it to me, for I should also like to grow. 
Don't you see? I always remain no bigger than 
a ninepin.” 

“But you cannot grow,” replied the Fairy. 

“Why?” 

“ Because puppets never grow. They are bom 
puppets, live puppets, and die puppets.” 

“Oh, I am sick of being a puppet!” cried 
Pinocchio, giving himself a slap. “Is it time 
that I became a man. . . .” 

“ And you will become one, if you know how to 
deserve it. . . .” 

“Not reallv? And what can I do to deserve 
it?” 

“A very easy thing: by learning to be a good 
boy.” 

“And you think I am not?” 

“You are quite the contrary. Good boys are 
obedient, and you. . . .” 

“And I never obey.” 

“Good boys like to leam and to work, and 
you. . . .” 


THE VENTURES CF PTNOCCHK) 145 


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toy and I ~H be the eonsoiatioii of my papa. 
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tightming <x mv threat when I read. ' hze 
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146 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


“I know it, and it is on that account that I 
have forgiven you. I saw from the sincerity of 
your grief that you had a good heart; and when 
boys have good hearts, even if they are scamps 
and have got bad habits, there is always some- 
thing to hope for: that is, there is always hope 
that they will turn to better ways. That is 
why I came to look for you here. I will be your 
mamma. . . .” 

“Oh, how delightful!” shouted Pinocchio, 
jumping for joy. 

“You must obey me and do everything that I 
bid you.” 

“Willingly, willingly, willingly!” 

“To-morrow,” rejoined the Fairy, “you will 
begin to go to school.” 

Pinocchio became at once a little less joyful. 

“Then you must choose an art, or a trade, 
according to your own wishes.” 

Pinocchio became very grave. 

“What are you muttering between your 
teeth?” asked the Fairy in an angry voice. 

“I was saying,” moaned the puppet in a low 
voice, “that it seemed to me too late for me to go 
to school now. . . .” 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 14? 


“No, sir. Keep it in mind that it is never too 
late to learn and to instruct ourselves.” 

“But I do not wish to follow either an art or a 
trade.” 

“Why?” 

“Because it tires me to work.” 

“My boy,” said the Fairy, “those who talk 
in that way end almost always either in prison or 
in the hospital. Let me tell you that every man, 
whether he is bom rich or poor, is obliged to do 
something in this world — to occupy himself, to 
work. Woe to those who lead slothful lives. 
Sloth is a dreadful illness and must be cured at 
once, in childhood. If not, when we are old it 
can. never be cured.” 

Pinocchio was touched by these words, and 
lifting his head quickly he said to the Fairy: 

“I will study, I will work, I will do all that you 
tell me, for indeed I have become weary of being 
a puppet, and I wish at any price to become a 
boy. You promised me that I should, did you 
not?” 

“I did promise you, and it now depends upon 
yourself.” 




XXVI 


Pinocchio accompanies his schoolfellows to the 
seashore to see the terrible Dog-fish . 

The following day Pinocchio went to the govern- 
ment school. 

Imagine the delight of all the little rogues when 
they saw a puppet walk into their school! They 
set up a roar of laughter that never ended. They 
played him all sorts of tricks. One boy carried 
off his cap, another pulled his jacket behind; 
one tried to give him a pair of inky mustachios 
just under his nose, and another attempted to 
tie strings to his feet and hands to make him 
dance. 

For a short time Pinocchio pretended not to 
care and got on as well as he could; but at last, 
losing all patience, he turned to those who were 
teasing him most and making game of him, and 
said to them, looking very angry: 

“Beware, boys: I am not come here to be 
your buffoon. I respect others, and I intend to 
be respected.” 


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“Well said, boaster! You have spoken like a 
book!” howled the young rascals, convulsed with 
mad laughter; and one of them, more imperti- 
nent than the others, stretched out his hand 
intending to seize the puppet by the end of his 
nose. 

But he was not in time, for Pinocchio stuck 
his leg out from under the table and gave him a 
great kick on his shins. 

“Oh, what hard feet!” roared the boy, rubbing 
the bruise that the puppet had given him. 

“And what elbows! . . . even harder than his 
feet! . . .” said another, who for his rude 

tricks had received a blow in the stomach. 

But nevertheless the kick and the blow ac- 
quired at once for Pinocchio the sympathy and 
the esteem of all the boys in the school. They 
all made friends with him and liked him heartily. 

And even the master praised him, for he found 
him attentive, studious and intelligent — always 
the first to come to school, and the last to leave 
when school was over. 

But he had one fault: he made too many 
friends; and amongst them were several young 
rascals well known for their dislike to study and 
love of mischief. 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 151 


The master warned him every day, and even 
the good Fairy never failed to tell him, and to 
repeat constantly: 

“Take car, Pinocchio! Those bad schoolfel- 
lows of yours will end sooner or later by making 
you lose all love of study, and perhaps even they 
may bring upon you some great misfortune.” 

“There is no fear of that!” answered the pup- 
pet, shrugging his shoulders and touching his 
forehead as much as to say: “There is so much 
sense here!” 

Now it happened that one fine day, as he was 
on his way to school, he met several of his usual 
companions who, coming up to him, asked: 

“Have you heard the great news?” 

“No.” 

“In the sea near here a Dog-fish has appeared 
as big as a mountain.” 

“Not really? Can it be the same Dog-fish 
that was there when my poor papa was 
drowned?” 

“We are going to the shore to see him. Will 
you come with us?” 

“No; I am going to school.” 

“What matters school? We can go to school 
to-morrow. Whether we have a lesson more or 


152 THE ADVENTURES OF P1NOCCHIO 


a lesson less, we shall always remain the same 
donkeys.” 

“But what will the master say?” 

“ The master may say what he likes. He is 
paid on purpose to grumble all day.” 

“And my mamma? . . 

“Mammas know nothing,” answered those 
bad little boys. 

“ Do you know what I will do?” said Pinocchio. 
“I have reasons for wishing to see the Dog-fish, 
but I will go and see him when school is over.” 

“Poor donkey!” exclaimed one of the number. 
“Do you suppose that a fish of that size will wait 
your convenience? As soon as he is tired of 
being here he will start for another place, and 
then it will be too late.” 

“How long does it take from here to the 
shore?” asked the puppet. 

“We can be there and back in an hour.” 

“Then away!” shouted Pinocchio, “and he 
who runs fastest is the best!” 

Having thus given the signal to start, the boys, 
with their books and copy-books under their 
arms, rushed off across the fields, and Pinocchio 
was always the first — he seemed to have wings 
to his feet. 


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From time to time he turned to jeer at his 
companions, who were some distance behind, 
and seeing them panting for breath, covered with 
dust and their tongues hanging out of their 
mouths, he laughed heartily. The unfortunate 
boy little knew what terrors and horrible dis- 
asters he was going to meet with! . . . 









XXVII 


Great fight between Pinocchio and his companions . 
One of them is wounded , and Pinocchio is 
arrested by the gendarmes . 

When he arrived on the shore Pinocchio looked 
out to sea; but he saw no Dog-fish. The sea 
was as smooth as a great crystal mirror. 

“ Where is the Dog-fish?” he asked, turning 
to his companions. 

“He must have gone to have his breakfast,” 
said one of them, laughing. 

“Or he has thrown himself on to his bed to 
have a little nap,” added another, laughing still 
louder. 

From their absurd answers and silly laughter 
Pinocchio perceived that his companions had 
been making a fool of him, in inducing him to 
believe a tale with no truth in it. Taking it 
very badly he said to them angrily: 

“And now may I ask what fun you could find 
in deceiving me with the story of the Dog-fish? ” 


156 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


“Oh, it was great fun!” answered the little 
rascals in chorus. 

“And in what did it consist?” 

In making you miss school, and persuading 
you to come with us. Are you not ashamed of 
being always so punctual and so diligent with 
your lessons? Are you not ashamed of studying 
so hard?” 

“And if I study hard what concern is it of 
yours? ” 

“It concerns us excessively, because it makes 
us appear in a bad light to the master. ” 

“Why?” 

“Because boys who study make those who, 
like us, have no wish to learn seem worse by com- 
parison. And that is too bad. We too have 
our pride! ...” 

“Then what must I do to please you?” 

“You must follow our example and hate 
school, lessons, and the master — our three great- 
est enemies. ” 

“And if I wish to continue my studies?” 

“In that case we will have nothing more to 
do with you, and at the first opportunity we 
will make you pay for it. ” 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 157 


“Really,” said the puppet, shaking his head, 
“you make me inclined to laugh.” 

“Eh, Pinocchio!” shouted the biggest of the 
boys, confronting him. “None of your superior 
airs: don’t come here to crow over us! . . .for 
if you are not afraid of us, we are not afraid of 
you. Remember that you are one against seven 
of us. ” 

“Seven, like the seven deadly sins,” said Pin- 
occhio with a shout of laughter. 

“Listen to him! He has insulted us all! He 
called us the seven deadly sins! . . . ” 

“Pinocchio! beg pardon . . . or it will be 
the worse for you! . . . ” 

“Cuckoo!” sang the puppet, putting his fore- 
finger to the end of his nose scoffingly. 

“Pinocchio! it will end badly! ...” 

“Cuckoo!” 

“You will get as many blows as a don- 
key! . . .” 

“Cuckoo!” 

“You will return home with a broken 
nose! . . .” 

“Cuckoo!” 

“Ah, you shall have the cuckoo from me!” 
said the most courageous of the boys. “Take 


158 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


that to begin with, and keep it for your supper 
to-night. ” 

And so saying he gave him a blow on the head 
with his fist. 

But it was give and take; for the puppet, as 
was to be expected, immediately returned the 
blow, and the fight in a moment became general 
and desperate. 

Pinocchio, although he was one alone, de- 
fended himself like a hero. He used his feet, 
which were of the hardest wood, to such purpose 
that he kept his enemies at a respectful distance. 
Wherever they touched they left a bruise by way 
of reminder. 

The boys, becoming furious at not being able 
to measure themselves hand to hand with the 
puppet, had recourse to other weapons. Loosen- 
ing their satchels they commenced throwing 
their school-books at him — grammars, diction- 
aries, spelling-books, geography books, and other 
scholastic works. But Pinocchio was quick and 
had sharp eyes, and always managed to duck in 
time, so that the books passed over his head and 
all fell into the sea. 

Imagine the astonishment of the fish! Think- 
ing that the books were something to eat they 
all arrived in shoals, but having tasted a page or 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 159 


two, or a frontispiece, they spat it quickly out 
and made a wry face that seemed to say: “It 
isn’t food for us; we are accustomed to something 
much better!” 

The battle meantime had become fiercer than 
ever, when a big crab, who had come out of the 
water and had climbed slowly up on the shore, 
called out in a hoarse voice that sounded like a 
trumpet with a bad cold: 

“Have done with that, you young ruffians, for 
you are nothing else! These hand-to-hand fights 
between boys seldom finish well. Some disaster 
is sure to happen! . . . ” 

Poor crab! He might as well have preached to 
the wind. Even that young rascal Pinocchio, 
turning around, looked at him mockingly and 
said rudely: 

“Hold your tongue, you tiresome crab! You 
had better suck some liquorice lozenges to cure 
that cold in your throat. Or better still, go to 
bed and try to get a reaction!” 

Just then the boys, who had no more books of 
their own to throw, spied at a little distance the 
satchel that belonged to Pinocchio, and took 
possession of it in less time than it takes to tell. 

Amongst the books there was one bound in 


160 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


strong cardboard with the back and points of 
parchment. It was a Treatise on Arithmetic. 
I leave you to imagine if it was big or not! 

One of the boys seized this volume, and aim- 
ing at Pinocchio’s head threw it at him with all 
the force he could muster. But instead of hit- 
ting the puppet it struck one of his companions 
on the temple, who, turning as white as a sheet, 
said only: 

“ Oh, mother, help . . . I am dying! . . . ” 
and fell his whole length on the sand. Thinking 
he was dead the terrified boys ran off as hard as 
their legs could carry them, and in a few minutes 
they were out of sight. 

But Pinocchio remained. Although from grief 
and fright he was more dead than alive, never- 
theless he ran and soaked his handkerchief in the 
sea and began to bathe the temples of his poor 
schoolfellow. Crying bitterly in his despair he 
kept calling him by name and saying to him: 

“Eugene! . . . my poor Eugene! . . .open 
your eyes and look at me! . . . why do you 
not answer? I did not do it, indeed it was not I 
that hurt you so! believe me, it was not! Open 
your eyes, Eugene. ... If you keep your eyes 
shut I shall die too. . . .Oh! what shall I 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 161 


do? how shall I ever return home? How can I 
ever have the courage to go back to my good 
mamma? What will become of me? . . . 
Where can I fly to? . . . Oh ! how much better 
it would have been, a thousand times better, 
if I had only gone to school! . . . Why did I 
listen to my companions? they have been my 
ruin. The master said to me, and my mamma 
repeated it often: “Beware of bad companions!” 
But I am obstinate ... a wilful fool. . . . 
I let them talk and then I always take my own 
way! and I have to suffer for it. . . . And so, 
ever since I have been in the world, I have never 
had a happy quarter of an hour. Oh, dear! 
what will become of me, what will become of 
me, what will become of me? . . . ” 

And Pinocchio began to cry and sob, and to 
strike his head with his fists, and to call poor 
Eugene by his name. Suddenly he heard the 
sound of approaching footsteps. 

He turned and saw two carabineers. 

“What are you doing there lying on the 
ground?” they asked Pinocchio. 

“I am helping my schoolfellow.” 

“Has he been hurt?” 

“So it seems.” 


162 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


“Hurt indeed !” said one of the carabineers, 
stooping down and examining Eugene closely. 

“This boy has been wounded in the temple. 
Who wounded him?” 

“Not I,” stammered the puppet breathlessly. 

“If it was not you, who then did it?” 

“Not I,” repeated Pinocchio. 

“And with what was he wounded?” 

“With this book.” And the puppet picked 
up from the ground the Treatise on Arithmetic, 
bound in cardboard and parchment, and showed 
it to the carabineer. 

“And to whom does this belong?” 

“To me.” 

* That is enough : nothing more is wanted. 

Get up and come with us at once.” 

“But I ...” 

“Come along with us! . . . ” 

“ But I am innocent. ...” 

“Come along with us!” 

Before they left, the carabineers called some 
fishermen, who were passing at that moment 
near the shore in their boat, and said to them: 

“We give this boy who has been wounded in 
the head into your charge. Carry him to your 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 163 


house and nurse him. To-morrow we will come 
and see him. ” 

They then turned to Pinocchio, and having 
placed him between them they said to him in a 
commanding voice: 

“ Forward! and walk quickly! or it will be 
the worse for you.” 

Without requiring it to be repeated, the pup- 
pet set out along the road leading to the village. 
But the poor little devil hardly knew where he 
was. He thought he must be dreaming, and 
what a dreadful dream! He was beside himself. 
He saw double: his legs shook: his tongue clung 
to the roof of his mouth, and he could not utter 
a word. And yet in the midst of his stupefaction 
and apathy his heart was pierced by a cruel thorn 
— the thought that he would have to pass under 
the windows of the good Fairy’s house between 
the carabineers. He would rather have died. 

They had already reached the village when a 
gust of wind blew Pinocchio’s cap off his head 
and carried it ten yards off. 

- “ Will you permit me, ” said the puppet to the 
carabineers, “to go and get my cap?” 

“Go then; but be quick about it.” 

The puppet went and picked up his cap . . . 


164 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


but instead of putting it on his head he took it 
between his teeth and began to run as hard as 
he could towards the seashore. 

The carabiners, thinking it would be difficult 
to overtake him, sent after him a large mastiff 
who had won the first prizes at all the dog-races. 
Pinocchio ran, but the dog ran faster. The 
people came to their windows and crowded into 
the street in their anxiety to see the end of the 
desperate race. But they could not satisfy their 
curiosity, for Pinocchio and the dog raised such 
clouds of dust that in a few minutes nothing 
could be seen of either of them. 


XXVIII 


Pinocchio is in danger of being fried in a frying- 
pan like a fish . 

There came a moment in this desperate race — 
a terrible moment when Pinocchio thought him- 
self lost: for you must know that Alidoro — for 
so the mastiff was called — had run so swiftly that 
he had nearly come up with him. 

The puppet could hear the panting of the 
dreadful beast close behind him; there was not 
a hand’s breadth between them, he could even 
feel the dog’s hot breath. 

Fortunately the shore was close and the sea 
but a few steps off. 

As soon as he reached the sands the puppet 
made a wonderful leap — a frog could have done 
no better — and plunged into the water. 

Alidoro, on the contrary, wished to stop him- 
self; but carried away by the impetus of the race 
he also went into the sea. The unfortunate dog 
could not swim, but he made great efforts to 
keep himself afloat with his paws; but the more 


166 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


he struggled the farther he sank head downwards 
under the water. 

When he rose to the surface again his eyes 
were rolling with terror, and he barked out: 

“I am drowning! I am drowning!” 

“Drown!” shouted Pinocchio from a distance, 
seeing himself safe from all danger. 

“Help me, dear Pinocchio! . . . save me 
from death! . . . ” 

At that agonizing cry the puppet, who had in 
reality an excellent heart, was moved with com- 
passion, and turning to the dog he said: 

“But if I save your life, will you promise to 
give me no further annoyance, and not to run 
after me?” 

“I promise! I promise! Be quick, for pity’s 
sake, for if you delay another half -minute I shall 
be dead. ” 

Pinocchio hesitated : but remembering that his 
father had often told him that a good action is 
never lost, he swam to Alidoro, and taking hold 
of his tail with both hands brought him safe and 
sound on to the dry sand of the beach. 

The poor dog could not stand. He had drunk 
against his will, so much salt water that he was 
like a balloon. The puppet, however, not wish- 


THE ADVENTURES OF P1NOCCHIO 167 


ing to trust him too far, thought it more prudent 
to jump again into the water. When he had 
swum some distance from the shore he called 
out to the friend he had rescued: 

“ Good-bye, Alidoro; a good journey to you, 
and take my compliments to all at home.” 

“ Good-bye, Pinocchio,” answered the dog; 
“a thousand thanks for having saved my life. 
You have done me a great service, and in this 
world what is given is returned. If an occasion 
offers I shall not forget it.” 

Pinocchio swam on, keeping always near the 
land. At last he thought that he had reached a 
safe place. Giving a look along the shore he 
saw amongst the rocks a kind of cave from which 
a cloud of smoke was ascending. 

“In that cave,” he said to himself, “there 
must be a fire. So much the better. I will go 
and dry and warm myself, and then? . . . and 
then we shall see. ” 

Having taken the resolution he approached 
the rocks; but as he was going to climb up, he 
felt something under the water that rose higher 
and higher and carried him into the air. He 
tried to escape, but it was too late, for to his 
extreme surprise he found himself enclosed in a 


168 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


great net, together with a swarm of fish of every 
size and shape, who were flapping and struggling 
like so many despairing souls. 

At the same moment a fisherman came out of 
the cave; he was so ugly, so horribly ugly, that 
he looked like a sea monster. Instead of hair 
his head was covered with a thick bush of green 
grass, his skin was green, his eyes were green, 
his long beard that came down to the ground was 
also green. He had the appearance of an im- 
mense lizard standing on its hind-paws. 

When the fisherman had drawn his net out of 
the sea, he exclaimed with great satisfaction: 

“ Thank Heaven! Again to-day I shall have 
a splendid feast of fish!” 

“What a mercy that I am not a fish!” said 
Pinocchio to himself, regaining a little courage. 

The net full of fish was carried into the cave, 
which was dark and smoky. In the middle of 
the cave a large frying-pan full of oil was frying, 
and sending out a smell of mushrooms that was 
suffocating. 

“Now we will see what fish we have taken!” 
said the green fisherman; and putting into the 
net an enormous hand, so out of all proportion 


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that it looked like a baker’s shovel, he pulled 
out a handful of mullet. 

“ These mullet are good!” he said, looking at 
them and smelling them complacently. And 
after he had smelt them he threw them into a 
pan without water. 

He repeated the same operation many times; 
and as he drew out the fish, his mouth watered 
and he said, chuckling to himself: 

“What good whiting! . . . ” 

“What exquisite sardines! ...” 

“These soles are delicious! . . . ” 

“And these crabs excellent! ...” 

“What dear little anchovies! . . . ” 

I need not tell you that the whiting, the sar- 
dines, the soles, the crabs, and the anchovies 
were all thrown promiscuously into the pan to 
keep company with the mullet. 

The last to remain in the net was Pinocchio. 

No sooner had the fisherman taken him out 
than he opened his big green eyes with astonish- 
ment, and cried, half-frightened : 

“What species of fish is this? Fish of this 
kind I never remember to have eaten!” 

And he looked at him again attentively, and 


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having examined him well all over, he ended 
by saying: 

“I know: he must be a craw-fish.” 

Pinocchio, mortified at being mistaken for a 
craw-fish, said in an angry voice: 

“A craw-fish indeed! do you take me for a 
craw-fish? what treatment! Let me tell you 
that I am a puppet. ” 

“ A puppet? ” replied the fisherman. “To tell 
the truth, a puppet is quite a new fish for me. 
All the better! I shall eat you with greater 
pleasure. ” 

“Eat me! but will you understand that I am 
not a fish? Do you hear that I talk and reason 
as you do?” 

“That is quite true,” said the fisherman; 
“ and as I see that you are a fish possessed of the 
talent of talking and reasoning as I do, I will 
treat you with all the attention that is your due. ” 

• “And this attention? ...” 

“In token of my friendship and particular re- 
gard, I will leave you the choice of how you would 
like to be cooked. Would you like to be fried 
in the frying-pan, or would you prefer to be 
stewed with tomato sauce?” 

“To tell the truth,” answered Pinocchio, 


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“if I am to choose, I should prefer to be set at 
liberty and to return home.” 

“You are joking! Do you imagine that I 
would lose the opportunity of tasting such a rare 
fish? It is not every day, I assure you, that a 
puppet fish is caught in these waters. Leave it 
to me. I will fry you in the frying-pan with the 
other fish, and you will be quite satisfied. It is 
always consolation to be fried in company. ” 

At this speech the unhappy Pinocchio began 
to cry and scream and to implore for mercy; and 
he said, sobbing: “How much better it would 
have been if I had gone to school! ... I would 
listen to my companions and now I am paying 
for it! Ih! . . . Ih! . . . Ih! . . . " 

And he wriggled like an eel, and made inde- 
scribable efforts to slip out of the clutches of the 
green fisherman. But it was useless: the fish- 
erman took a long strip of rush, and having 
bound his hands and feet as if he had been a 
sausage, he threw him into the pan with the other 
fish. 

He then fetched a wooden bowl full of flour 
and began to flour them each in turn, and as 
soon as they were ready he threw them into the 
frying-pan. 


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The first to dance in the boiling oil were the 
poor whiting; the crabs followed, then the sar- 
dines, then the soles, then the anchovies, and at 
last it was Pinocchio’s turn. Seeing himself so 
near death, and such a horrible death, he was so 
frightened, and trembled so violently, that he 
had neither voice nor breath left for further en- 
treaties. 

But the poor boy implored with his eyes! The 
green fisherman, however, without caring in the 
least, plunged him five or six times in the flour, 
until he was white from head to foot, and looked 
like a puppet made of plaster. 

He then took him by the head, and. . . • 


XXIX 


He returns to the Fairy’s house . She 'promises 
him that the following day he shall cease to he 
a puppet and shall become a hoy . Grand 
breakfast of coffee and milk to celebrate this 
great event 

Just as the fisherman was on the point of throw- 
ing Pinocchio into the frying-pan a large dog 
entered the cave, enticed there by the strong and 
savoury odour of fried fish. 

“Get out!” shouted the fisherman threaten- 
ingly, holding the floured puppet in his hand. 

But the poor dog, who was as hungry as a 
wolf, whined and wagged his tail as much as to 
say: 

“Give me a mouthful of fish and I will leave 
you in peace. ” 

“Get out, I tell you!” repeated the fisherman, 
and he stretched out his leg to give him a kick 

But the dog, who, when he was really hungry, 
would not stand trifling, turned upon him, growl- 
ing and showing his terrible tusks. 


174 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


At that moment a little feeble voice was 
heard in the cave saying entreatingly : 

“ Save me, Alidoro ! If you do not save me I 
shall be fried! . . . ” 

The dog recognised Pinocchio’s voice, and to 
his extreme surprise perceived that it proceeded 
from the floured bundle that the fisherman held 
in his hand. 

So what do you think he did? He made a 
spring, seized the bundle in his mouth, and hold- 
ing it gently between his teeth he rushed out of 
the cave and was gone like a flash of lightning. 

The fisherman, furious at seeing a fish he was 
so anxious to eat snatched from him, ran after 
the dog; but he had not gone many steps when 
he was taken with a fit of coughing and had to 
give it up. 

Alidoro, when he had reached the path that 
led to the village, stopped, and put his friend 
Pinocchio gently on the ground. 

“How much I have to thank you for!” said 
the puppet. 

“There is no necessity,” replied the dog, 
“You saved me and I have now returned it. 
You know that we must all help each other in 
this world. ” 


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“But how came you to come to the cave?” 

“I was lying on the shore more dead than 
alive when the wind brought to me the smell of 
fried fish. The smell excited my appetite, and 
I followed it up. If I had arrived a second 
later. ...” 

“Do not mention it!” groaned Pinocchio, 
who was still trembling with fright. “Do not 
mention it! If you had arrived a second later 
I should by this time have been fried, eaten, and 
digested. Brrr! ... it makes me shudder 
only to think of it! . . .” 

Alidoro, laughing, extended his right paw to 
the puppet, who shook it heartily in token of 
great friendship, and they then separated. 

The dog took the road home; and Pinocchio, 
left alone, went to a cottage not far off, and said 
to a little old man who was warming himself 
in the sun: 

“Tell me, good man, do you know anything of 
a poor boy called Eugene who was wounded in 
the head! ...” 

“The boy was brought by some fishermen to 
this cottage, and now . . . ” 

“And now he is dead! ...” interrupted 
Pinocchio with great sorrow. 


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“No, he is alive, and has returned to his 
home. ” 

“Not really? not really?” cried the puppet, 
dancing with delight. “Then the wound was 
not serious? . . . ” 

“It might have been very serious and even 
fatal,” answered the little old man, “for they 
threw a thick book bound in cardboard at his 
head. ” 

“And who threw it at him?” 

“One of his schoolfellows, a certain Pin- 
occhio. ...” 

“And who is this Pinocchio?” asked the pup- 
pet, pretending ignorance. 

“They say that he is a bad boy, a vagabond, 
a regular good-for-nothing. ...” 

“Calumnies! all calumnies!” 

“Do you know this Pinocchio?” 

“By sight!” answered the puppet. 

“And what is your opinion of him?” asked the 
little man. 

“He seems to me to be a very good boy, anx- 
ious to learn, and obedient and affectionate to 
his father and family. ...” 

Whilst the puppet was firing off all these lies, 
he touched his nose and perceived that it had 


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lengthened more than a hand. Very much 
alarmed he began to cry out: 

“ Don’t believe, good man, what I have been 
telling you. I know Pinocchio very well, and 
I can assure you that he is really a very bad boy, 
disobedient and idle, who instead of going to 
school runs off with his companions to amuse 
himself. ” 

He had hardly finished speaking when his 
nose became shorter and returned to the same 
size that it was before. 

“And why are you all covered with white?” 
asked the old man suddenly. 

“I will tell you. . . . Without observing it 
I rubbed myself against a wall which had been 
freshly whitewashed,” answered the puppet, 
ashamed to confess that he had been floured like 
a fish prepared for the frying-pan. 

“And what have you done with your jacket, 
your trousers, and your cap?” 

“I met with robbers who took them from me. 
Tell me, good old man, could you perhaps give 
me some clothes to return home in?” 

“My boy, as to clothes, I have nothing but a 
little sack in which I keep beans. If you wish 
for it, take it; there it is.” 


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Pinoccliio did not wait to be told twice. He 
took the sack at once, and with a pair of scissors 
he cut a hole at the end and at each side, and 
put it on like a shirt. And with this slight 
clothing he set off for the village. 

But as he went he did not feel at all comfort- 
able — so little so, indeed, that for a step forward 
he took another backwards, and he said, talking 
to himself: 

“ How shall I ever present myself to my good 
little Fairy? What will she say when she sees 
me? . . . Will she forgive me this second es- 
capade? ... I bet that she will not forgive 
me! Oh, I am sure that she will not forgive 
me! . . . And it serves me right, for I am a 
rascal. I am always promising to correct my- 
self, and I never keep my word! . . . ” 

When he reached the village it was night and 
very dark. A storm had come on, and as the 
rain was coming down in torrents he went straight 
to the Fairy’s house, resolved to knock at the 
door, and hoping to be let in. 

But when he was there his courage failed him, 
and instead of knocking he ran away some 
twenty paces. He returned to the door a second 
time, but could not make up his mind; he came 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 179 


back a third time, still he dared not; the fourth 
time he laid hold of the knocker and, trembling, 
gave a little knock. 

He waited and waited. At last, after half an 
hour had passed, a window on the top floor was 
opened — the house was four stories high — and 
Pinocchio saw a big Snail with a lighted candle 
on her head looking out. She called to him: 

“Who is there at this hour?” 

“Is the Fairy at home?” asked the puppet. 

“ The Fairy is asleep and must not be awa- 
kened; but who are you?” 

“It is I!” 

“Who is I?” 

“Pinocchio.” 

“And who is Pinocchio?” 

“The puppet who lives in the Fairy’s house.” 

“Ah, I understand!” said the Snail. “Wait 
for me there. I will come down and open the 
door directly. ” 

“Be quick, for pity’s sake, for I am dying of 
cold.” 

“My boy, I am a snail, and snails are never in 
a hurry. ” 

An hour passed, and then two, and the door 


180 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


was not opened. Pinocchio, who was wet 
through, and trembling from cold and fear, at 
last took courage and knocked again, and this 
time he knocked louder. 

At this second knock a window on the lower 
story opened, and the same Snail appeared at it. 

“ Beautiful little Snail,” cried Pinocchio from 
the street, “I have been waiting for two hours! 
And two hours on such a bad night seem longer 
than two years. Be quick, for pity’s sake. ” 

“My boy,” answered the calm, phlegmatic 
little animal — “my boy, I am a snail, and snails 
are never in a hurry. ” 

And the window was shut again. 

Shortly afterwards midnight struck; then one 
o’clock, then two o’clock, and the door remained 
still closed. 

Pinocchio at last, losing all patience, seized the 
knocker in a rage, intending to give a blow that 
would resound through the house. But the 
knocker, which was iron, turned suddenly into 
an eel, and slipping out of his hands disappeared 
in the stream of water that ran down the middle 
of the street. 

“All! is that it? ” shouted Pinocchio, blind with 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 181 


rage. “ Since the knocker has disappeared, I 
will kick instead with all my might. ” 

And drawing a httle back he gave a tremen- 
dous kick against the house door. The blow 
was indeed so violent that his foot went through 
the wood and stuck; and when he tried to draw 
it back again it was trouble thrown away, for 
it remained fixed like a nail that has been ham- 
mered down. 

Think of poor Pinocchio! He was obliged to 
spend the remainder of the night with one foot 
on the ground and the other in the air. 

The following morning at daybreak the door 
was at last opened. That clever little Snail had 
taken only nine hours to come down from the 
fourth story to the house door. It is evident that 
her exertions must have been great. 

“What are you doing with your foot stuck in 
the door?” she asked the puppet laughing. 

“It was an accident. Do try, beautiful httle 
Snail, if you cannot release me from this torture. ” 
“My boy, that is the work of a carpenter, and 
I have never been a carpenter. ” 

“Beg the Fairy from me! ...” 

“The Fairy is asleep and must not be awa- 
kened. ” 


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“But what do you suppose that I can do all 
day nailed to this door? ” 

“ Amuse yourself by counting the ants that 
pass down the street. ” 

“ Bring me at least something to eat, for I am 
quite exhausted.” 

“At once,” said the Snail. 

In fact, after three hours and a half she re- 
turned to Pinocchio carrying a silver tray on 
her head. The tray contained a loaf of bread, 
a roast chicken, and four ripe apricots. 

“Here is the breakfast that the Fairy has sent 
you,” said the Snail. 

The puppet felt very much comforted at the 
sight of these good things. But when he began 
to eat them, what was his disgust at making the 
discovery that the bread was plaster, the chicken 
cardboard, and the four apricots painted al- 
abaster. 

He wanted to cry. In his desperation he tried 
to throw away the tray and all that was on it; 
but instead, either from grief or exhaustion, he 
fainted away. 

When he came to himself he found that he was 
lying on a sofa, and the Fairy was beside him. 

“I will pardon you once more,” the Fairy 


THE ADVENTURES OF P1NOCCHIO 183 


said, “but woe to you if you behave badly a 
third time! . . . ” 

Pinocchio promised and swore that he would 
study, and that for the future he would always 
conduct himself well. 

And he kept his word for the remainder of the 
year. Indeed, at the examinations before the 
holidays, he had the honour of being the first in 
the school, and his behaviour in general was so 
satisfactory and praiseworthy that the Fairy was 
very much pleased, and said to him: 

“To-morrow your wish shall be gratified.” 

“And that is?” 

“To-morrow you shall cease to be a wooden 
puppet, and you shall become a boy. ” 

No one who had not witnessed it could ever 
imagine Pinocchio's joy at this long-sighed for 
good fortune. All his schoolfellows were to be 
invited for the following day to a grand break- 
fast at the Fairy's house, that they might cele- 
brate together the great event. The Fairy had 
prepared two hundred cups of coffee and milk, 
and four hundred rolls cut and buttered on each 
side. The day promised to be most happy and 
delightful, but . . . 

Unfortunately in the lives of pu ^ts there is 
always a “but" that spoils everythi 




XXX 


Pinocchio , instead of becoming a boy, starts secretly 
with his friend Candlewick for the u Land of 
Boobies. ” 

Pinocchio, as was natural, asked the Fairy’s 
permission to go round the town to make the 
invitations; and the Fairy said to him: 

“Go if you like and invite your companions 
for the breakfast to-morrow, but remember to 
return home before dark. Have you under- 
stood? ” 

“I promise to be back in an hour,” answered 
the puppet. 

“Take care, Pinocchio! Boys are always 
very ready to promise; but generally they are 
little given to keep their word. ” 

“But I am not like other boys. When I say 
a thing, I do it.” 

“We shall see. If you are disobedient, so 
much the worse for you.” 

Why?” 

“Because boys who do not listen to the advice 


186 THE ADVENTURES OF P1NOCCHIO 


of those who know more than they do always 
meet with some misfortune or other. ” 

“I have experienced that,” said Pinocchio. 
‘‘But I shall never make that mistake again.” 

“We shall see if that is true.” 

Without saying more the puppet took leave of 
his good Fairy, who was like a mamma to him, 
and went out of the house singing and dancing. 

In less than an hour all his friends were invited. 
Some accepted at once heartily; others at first 
required pressing; but when they heard that the 
rolls to be eaten with the coffee were to be 
buttered on both sides, they ended by saying: 

“We will come also, to do you a pleasure.” 

Now I must tell you that amongst Pinocchio’s 
friends and schoolfellows there was one that he 
greatly preferred and was very fond of. This 
boy’s name was Romeo; but he always went by 
the nickname of Candlewick, because he was so 
thin, straight, and bright like the new wick of a 
little nightlight. 

Candlewick was the laziest and the naughtiest 
boy in the school; but Pinocchio was devoted to 
him. He had indeed gone at once to his house 
to invite him to the breakfast, but he had not 
found him. He returned a second time, but 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 187 


Candlewick was not there. He went a third time, 
^but it was in vain. Where could he search for 
him? He looked here, there, and everywhere, 
and at last he saw him hiding in the porch of a 
peasant’s cottage. 

“What are you doing there?” asked Pinoc- 
chio, coming up to him. 

“I am waiting for midnight, to start ...” 

“Why, where are you going?” 

“Very far, very far, very far away.” 

“And I have been three times to your house to 
look for you. ” 

“What did you want with me?” 

“Do you not know the great event? Have 
you not heard of my good fortune?” 

“What is it?” 

“To-morrow I cease to be a puppet, and I 
become a boy like you, and like all the other 
boys. ” 

“ Much good may it do you. ” 

“To-morrow, therefore, I expect you to break- 
fast at my house. ” 

“But when I tell you that I am going away 
to-night. ” 

“At what o’clock?” 

“In a short time,” 


188 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


“And where are you going?” 

“I am going to live in a country . . . the 
most delightful country in the world: a real 
land of Cocagne! . . . ” 

“And how is it called?” 

“It is called the ‘Land of Boobies. , Why do 
you not come too?” 

“I? No, never!” 

“You are wrong, Pinocchio. Believe me, if 
you do not come you will repent it. Where 
could you find a better country for us boys? 
There are no schools there: there are no masters: 
there are no books. In that delightful land no- 
body ever studies. On Thursday there is never 
school; and every week consists of six Thurs- 
days and one Sunday. Only think, the autumn 
holidays begin on the 1st of January and finish 
on the last day of December. That is the coun- 
try for me! That is what all civilised countries 
should be like! ...” 

“But how are the days spent in the ‘Land of 
Boobies?’” 

“They are spent in play and amusement from 
morning till night. When night comes you go to 
bed, and recommence the same life in the morn- 
ing. What do you think of it?” 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 189 


“Hum! . . . ” said Pinocchio; and he shook 
his head slightly as much as to say, “That is a 
life that I also would willingly lead. ” 

“Well, will you go with me? Yes or no? 
Resolve quickly. ” 

“No, no, no, and again no. I promised my 
good Fairy to become a well-conducted boy, and 
I will keep my word. And as I see that the sun 
is setting I must leave you at once and run away. 
Good-bye, and a pleasant journey to you. ” 

“Where are you rushing off to in such a 
hurry?” 

“Home. My good Fairy wishes me to be 
back before dark. ” 

“Wait another two minutes.” 

“ It will make me too late. ” 

“Only two minutes.” 

“And if the Fairy scolds me?” 

“Let her scold. When she has scolded well 
she will hold her tongue,” said that rascal 
Candlewick. 

“And what are you going to do? Are you 
going alone or with companions?” 

“Alone? We shall be more than a hundred 
boys.” 

“And do you make the journey on foot?” 


190 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


“ A coach will pass by shortly which is to take 
me to that happy country. ” 

“What would I not give for the coach to pass 
by now! ...” 

“Why?” 

“That I might see you all start together.” 

“ Stay here a little longer and you will see us. ” 
“No, no, I must go home.” 

“Wait another two minutes. ” 

“I have already delayed too long. The Fairy 
will be anxious about me. ” 

“Poor Fairy! Is she afraid that the bats 
will eat you? ” 

“But now,” continued Pinocchio, “are you 
really certain that there are no schools in that 
country? . . . ” 

“Not even the shadow of one.” 

“And no masters either? . . . ” 

“Notone.” 

“And no one is ever made to study?” 

“Never, never, never!” 

“What a delightful country! ” said Pinocchio, 
his mouth watering. “What a delightful coun- 
try! I have never been there, but I can quite 
imagine it. ... ” 

“Why will you not come also?” 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 191 


“It is useless to tempt me. I promised my 
good Fairy to become a sensible boy, and I will 
not break my word. ” 

“ Good-bye, then, and give my compliments to 
all the boys at the gymnasiums, and also to those 
of the lyceums, if you meet them in the street. ” 

“Good-bye, Candlewick: a pleasant journey 
to you, amuse yourself, and think sometimes of 
your friends. ” 

Thus saying the puppet made two steps to go, 
but then stopped, and turning to his friend he 
inquired: 

“But are you quite certain that in that coun- 
try all the weeks consist of six Thursdays and 
one Sunday?” 

“Most certain.” 

“But do you know for certain that the holi- 
days begin on the 1st of January and finish on 
the last day of December?” 

“Assuredly.” 

“What a delightful country!” repeated Pinoc- 
chio, looking enchanted. Then, with a reso- 
lute air, he added in a great hurry: 

This time really good-bye, and a pleasant 
journey to you. ” 

“Good-bye.” 


192 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


“When do you start?” 

“Shortly.” 

“What a pity! If really it wanted only an 
hour to the time of your start, I should be 
almost be tempted to wait. ” 

“And the Fairy?” 

“ It is already late. . . . If I return home an 
hour sooner or an hour later it will be all the 
same. ” 

“Poor Pinocchio! And if the Fairy scolds 
you? ” 

“I must have patience! I will let her scold. 
When she has scolded well she will hold her 
tongue. ” 

In the meantime night had come on and it 
was quite dark. Suddenly they saw in the dis- 
tance a small light moving . . . and they heard 
a noise of talking, and the sound of a trumpet, 
but so small and feeble that it resembled the hum 
of a mosquito. 

“Here it is!” shouted Candlewick, jumping to 
his feet. 

“What is it?” asked Pinocchio in a whisper. 

“It is the coach coming to take me. Now 
will you come, yes or no? ” 

“But is it really true,” asked the puppet. 


fHE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 193 


“that in that country boys are never obliged to 
study ?” 

“Never, never, never 

“What a delightful country! . . . What a 
delightful country! . . . What a delightful 
country !” 












XXXI 


After five months’ residence in the land of Cocagnc , 
Pinocchio, to his great astonishment , grows a 
beautiful pair of donkey’s ears y and he becomes 
a little donkey , tail and all. 

At last the coach arrived; and it arrived without 
making the slightest noise, for its wheels were 
bound round with tow and rags. 

It was drawn by twelve pairs of donkeys, all 
the same size but of different colours. 

Some were gray, some white, some brindled 
like pepper and salt, and others had large stripes 
of yellow and blue. 

But the most extraordinary thing was this: 
the twelve pairs, that is, the twenty-four 
donkeys, instead of being shod like other beasts 
of burden, had on their feet men’s boots made of 
white kid. 

And the coachman? . . . 

Picture to yourself a little man broader than 
he was long, flabby and greasy like a lump of 
butter, with a small round face like an orange, 


196 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


a little mouth that was always laughing, and a 
soft caressing voice like a cat when she is trying 
to insinuate herself into the good graces of the 
mistress of the house. 

All the boys as soon as they saw him fell in 
love with him, and vied with each other in tak- 
ing places in his coach to be conducted to the 
true land of Cocagne, known on the geographical 
map by the seducing name of the “Land of 
Boobies.” 

The coach was in fact quite full of boys be- 
tween eight and twelve years old, heaped one 
upon another like herrings in a barrel. They 
were uncomfortable, packed close together and 
could hardly breathe : but nobody said Oh ! — no- 
body grumbled. The consolation of knowing 
that in a few hours they would reach a country 
where there were no books, no schools, and no 
masters, made them so happy and resigned that 
they felt neither fatigue nor inconvenience, 
neither hunger, nor thirst, nor want of sleep. 

As soon as the coach had drawn up the little 
man turned to Candlewick, and with a thou- 
sand smirks and grimaces said to him, smiling: 

“Tell me, my fine boy, would you also like to 
go to that fortunate country?” 


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“I certainly wish to go.” 

“But I must warn you, my dear child, that 
there is not a place left in the coach. You can 
see for yourself that it is quite full. . . .” 

“No matter,” replied Candlewick, “if there is 
no place inside, I will manage to sit on the 
springs.” 

And giving a leap he seated himself astride on 
the springs. 

“And you, my love! . . .” said the little 

man, turning in a flattering manner to Pinocchio, 
“what do you intend to do? Are you coming 
with us, or are you going to remain behind?” 

“I remain behind,” answered Pinocchio. “I 
am going home. I intend to study and to earn 
a good character at school, as all well-conducted 
boys do.” 

“Much good may it do you!” 

“Pinocchio!” called out Candlewick, “listen 
to me: eome with us and we shall have such 
fun.” 

“No, no, no!” 

“Come with us, and we shall have such fun,” 
cried four other voices from the inside of the 
coach. 

“Come with us, and we shall have such fun,” 


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shouted in chorus, a hundred voices from the 
inside of the coach. 

“But if I come with you, what will my good 
Fairy say?” said the puppet, who was beginning 
to yield. 

“Do not trouble your head with melancholy 
thoughts. Consider only that we are going to 
a country where we shall be at liberty to run riot 
from morning till night.” 

Pinocchio did not answer; but he sighed: he 
sighed again: he sighed for the third time, and 
he said finally: 

“Make a little room for me, for I am coming 
too.” 

“The places are all full,” replied the little 
man; “but to show you how welcome you are, 
you shall have my seat on the box. . . .” 

“And you? . . .” 

“Oh, I will go on foot.” 

“No, indeed, I could not allow that. I would 
rather mount one of these donkeys,” cried 
Pinocchio. 

Approaching the right-hand donkey of the 
first pair he attempted to mount him, but the 
animal turned on him, and giving him a great 


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blow in the stomach rolled him over with his 
legs in the air. 

You can imagine the impertinent and im- 
moderate laughter of all the boys who witnessed 
this scene. 

But the little man did not laugh. He ap- 
proached the rebellious donkey and, pretending 
to give him a kiss, bit off half of his ear. 

Pinocchio in the meantime had got up from 
the ground in a fury, and with a spring he seated 
himself on the poor animal's back. And he 
sprang so well that the boys stopped laughing 
and began to shout: “ Hurrah, Pinocchio !” and 
they clapped their hands and applauded him as 
if they would never finish. 

But the donkey suddenly kicked up its hind- 
legs, and backing violently threw the poor 
puppet into the middle of the road on to a heap 
of stones. 

The roars of laughter recommenced: but the 
little man, instead of laughing, felt such affection 
for the restive ass that he kissed him again, and 
as he did so he bit half of his other ear clean off. 
He then said to the puppet: 

“ Mount him now without fear. That little 
donkey had got some whim into his head: but 


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I whispered two little words into his ears which 
have, I hope, made him gentle and reasonable.” 

Pinocchio mounted, and the coach started. 
Whilst the donkeys were galloping and the coach 
was rattling over the stones of the high road, the 
puppet thought that he heard a low voice that 
was scarcely intelligible saying to him: 

“Poor fool! you would follow your own way, 
but you will repent it!” 

Pinocchio, feeling almost freightened, looked 
from side to side to try and discover where these 
words could come from: but he saw nobody. 
The donkeys galloped, the coach rattled, the 
boys inside slept, Candlewick snored like a dor- 
mouse, and the little man seated on the box sang 
between his teeth: 

“During the night all sleep, 

But I sleep never . . . ” 

After they had gone another mile, Pinocchio 
heard the same little low voice saying to him : 

“Bear it in mind, simpleton! Boys who re- 
fuse to study, and turn their backs upon books, 
schools, and masters, to pass their time in play 
and amusement, sooner or later come to a bad 
end ... I know it by experience . . . 


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and I can tell you. A day will come when 
you will weep as I am weeping now . . . 

but then it will be too late! . . . ” 

On hearing these words whispered very softly 
the puppet, more frightened than ever, sprang 
down from the back of his donkey and went and 
took hold of his mouth. 

Imagine his surprise when he found that the 
donkey was crying . . . and he was crying 

like a boy! 

“Eh! Sir coachman,” cried Pinocchio to the 
little man, “here is an extraordinary thing! 
This donkey is crying.” 

“Let him cry; he will laugh when he is a 
bridegroom.” 

“But have you by chance taught him to 
talk?” 

“No; but he spent three years in a company 
of learned dogs, and he learnt to mutter a few 
words.” 

“Poor beast!” 

“Come, come,” said the little man, “don't 
let us waste time in seeing a donkey cry. Mount 
him, and let us go on: the night is cold and the 
road is long.” 

Pinocchio obeyed without another word. In 


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the morning about daybreak they arrived safely 
in the “Land of Boobies.” 

It was a country unlike any other country in 
the world. The population was composed en- 
tirely of boys. The oldest were fourteen, and 
the youngest scarcely eight years old. In the 
streets there was such merriment, noise, and 
shouting, that it was enough to turn anybody’s 
head. There were troops of boys everywhere. 
Some were playing with nuts, aome with battle- 
dores, some with balls. Some rode velocipedes, 
others wooden horses. A party were playing at 
hide and seek, a few were chasing each other. 
Boys dressed in straw were eating lighted tow; 
some were reciting, some singing, some leaping. 
Some were amusing themselves with walking on 
their hands with their feet in the air; others 
were trundling hoops, or strutting about dressed 
as generals, wearing leaf helmets and command- 
ing a squadron of cardboard soldiers. Some 
were laughing, some shouting, some were calling 
out; others clapped their hands, or whistled, or 
clucked like a hen who has just laid an egg. To 
sum it all up, it was such a pandemonium, such 
a bedlam, such an uproar, that not to be deaf- 
ened it would have been necessary to stuff one’s 


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ears with cotton wool. In every square, canvas 
theatres had been erected, and they were 
crowded with boys from morning till evening. 
On the walls of the houses there were inscriptions 
written in charcoal: “Long live playthings, we 
will have no more schools: down with arith- 
metic and similar other fine sentiments all 
in bad spelling. 

Pinocchio, Candlewick, and the other boys 
who had made the journey with the little man, 
had scarcely set foot in the town before they 
were in the thick of the tumult, and I need not 
tell you that in a few minutes they had made 
acquaintance with everybody. Where could 
happier or more contented boys be found? 

In the midst of continual games and every 
variety of amusement, the hours, the days, and 
the weeks passed like lightning. 

“Oh, what a delightful life!” said Pinocchio, 
whenever by chance he met Candlewick. 

“See, then, if I was not right?” replied the 
other. “And to think that you did not want to 
come! To think that you had taken it into 
your head to return home to your Fairy, and to 
lose your time in studying! ... If you are 
this moment free from the bother of books and 


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school, you must acknowledge that your owe it 
to me, to my advice and to my persuasions. It 
is only friends who know how to render such 
great services.” 

“It is true, Candlewick! If I am now a really 
happy boy, it is all your doing. But do you 
know what the master used to say when he talked 
to me of you? He always said to me: ‘Do not 
associate with that rascal Candlewick, for he is 
a bad companion, and will only lead you into 
mischief! . . / ” 

“Poor master!” replied the other, shaking his 
head. “I know only too well that he disliked 
me, and amused himself by calumniating me; 
but I am generous and I forgive him!” 

“Noble soul!” said Pinocchio, embracing his 
friend affectionately, and kissing him between 
the eyes. 

This delightful life had gone on for five 
months. The days had been entirely spent in 
play and ausement, without a thought of books 
or school, when one morning Pinocchio awoke 
to a most disagreeable surprise that put him into 
a very bad humour. 


XXXII 


Pinocchio gets donkey's ears ; and then he becomes 
a real little donkey and begins to bray . 

What was this surprise? 

I will tell you, my dear little readers. The 
surprise was that Pinocchio when he awoke 
scratched his head; and in scratching his head 
he discovered. . . . Can you guess in the least 
what he discovered? 

He discovered to his great astonishment that 
his eats had grown more than a hand. 

You know that the puppet from his birth had 
always had very small ears — so small that they 
were not visible to the naked eye. You can 
imagine then what he felt when he found that 
during the night his ears had become so long that 
they seemed like two brooms. 

He went at once in search of a glass that he 
might look at himself, but not being able to find 
one he filled the basin of his washing-stand with 
water, and he saw reflected what he certainly 
would never have wished to see. He saw his 


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head embellished with a magnificent pair of 
donkey’s ears! 

Only think of poor Pinocchio’s sorrow, shame, 
and despair! 

He began to cry and roar, and he beat his 
head against the wall; but the more he cried the 
longer his ears grew: they grew, and grew, and 
became hairy towards the points. 

At the sound of his loud outcries a beautiful 
little Marmot that lived on the first floor came 
into the room. Seeing the puppet in such grief 
she asked earnestly: 

“What has happened to you, my dear fellow- 
lodger?” 

“I am ill, my dear little Marmot, very ill 
. . . and of an illness that frightens me. 
Do you understand counting a pulse?” 

“A little.” 

“Then feel and see if by chance I have got 
fever.” 

The little Marmot raised her right fore-paw; 
and after having felt Pinocchio’s pulse she said 
to him, sighing: 

“My friend, I am grieved to be obliged to give 
you bad news! . . 

“What is it?” 


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“ You have got a very bad fever! . . .” 

“What fever is it?” 

“It is donkey fever.” 

“That is a fever that I do not understand,” 
said the puppet, but he understood it only too 
well. 

“Then I will explain it to you,” said the 
Marmot. “You must know that in two or 
three hours you will be no longer a puppet, or a 
boy. . . .” 

“Then what shall I be?” 

“In two or three hours you will become really 
and truly a little donkey, like those that draw 
carts and carry cabbages and salad to market.” 

“Oh, unfortunate that I am! unfortunate that 
I am!” cried Pinocchio, seizing his two ears with 
his hands, and pulling them and tearing them 
furiously as if they had been some one else’s 
ears. 

“My dear boy,” said the Marmot, by way of 
consoling him, “what can you do to prevent it? 
It is destiny. It is written in the decrees of 
wisdom that all boys who are lazy, and who take 
a dislike to books, to schools, and to masters, and 
who pass their time in amusement, games, and 


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diversions, must end sooner or later by becoming 
transformed into so many little donkeys.” 

“But is it really so?” asked the puppet, sob- 
bing. 

“It is indeed only too true! And tears are 
now useless. You should have thought of it 
sooner!” 

“But it was not my fault: believe me, little 
Marmot, the fault was all Candlewick’s ! . . .” 

“And who is this Candlewick?” 

“One of my schoolfellows. I wanted to re- 
turn home: I wanted to be obedient. I wished 
to study and earn a good character . . . but 
Candlewick said to me: 1 Why should you bother 
yourself by studying? Why should you go to 
school? . . . Come with us instead to the 
“Land of Boobies”: there we shall none of us 
have to learn: there we shall amuse ourselves 
from morning to night, and we shall always be 
merry.’ ” 

“And why did you follow the advice of that 
false friend? of that bad companion?” 

“Why? . . . Because, my dear little Marmot, 
I am a puppet with no sense . . . and with no 
heart. Ah! if I had had the least heart I should 
never have left that good Fairy who loved me 


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like a mamma, and who had done so much for 
me! . . . and I should be no longer a puppet 
. . . for I should by this time have become a 
little boy like so many others: But if I meet 
Candlewick, woe to him! He shall hear what I 
think of him! . . 

And he turned to go out. But when he 
reached the door he remembered his donkey’s 
ears, and feeling ashamed to show them in public 
what do you think he did? He took a big 
cotton cap, and putting it on his head he pulled 
it well down over the point of his nose. 

He then set out, and went everywhere in 
search of Candlewick. He looked for him in 
the streets, in the squares, in the little theatres, 
in every possible place; but he could not find 
him. He inquired for him of everybody he met, 
but no one had seen him. 

He then went to seek him at his house; and 
having reached the door he knocked. 

“Who is there?” asked Candlewick from 
within. 

“It is I!” answered the puppet. 

“Wait a moment and I will let you in.” 

After hatf an hour the door was opened, and 
imagine Pinocchio’s feelings when upon going 


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into the room he saw his friend Candlewick with 
a big cotton cap on his head which came down 
over his nose. 

At the sight of the cap Pinocchio felt almost 
consoled, and thought to himself: 

“Has my friend got the same illness that I 
have? Is he also suffering from donkey fever? 

And pretending to have observed nothing he 
asked him, smiling: 

“How are you, my dear Candlewick?” 

“Very well; as well as a mouse in a Parmesan 
cheese.” 

“Are you saying that seriously?” 

“Why should I tell you a lie?” 

“Excuse me; but why, then, do you keep that 
cotton cap on your head which covers up your 
ears?” 

“The doctor ordered me to wear it because I 
have hurt this knee. And you, dear puppet, 
why have you got on that cotton cap pulled down 
over your nose?” 

“The doctor prescribed it because I have 
grazed my foot.” 

“Oh, poor Pinocchio! . . .” 

“Oh, poor Candlewick! . . .” 


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After these words a long silence followed, dur- 
ing which the two friends did nothing but look 
mockingly at each other. 

At last the puppet said in a soft melifluous 
voice to his companion: 

“ Satisfy my curiosity, my dear Candlewick: 
have you ever suffered from disease of the ears?” 

“ Never! . . . And you?” 

“ Never: Only since this morning one of my 
ears aches.” 

“Mine is also paining me.” 

“You also? . . . And which of your ears 

hurts you?” 

“Both of them. And you?” 

“Both of them. Can we have got the same 
illness?” 

“I fear so.” 

“Will you do me a kindness, Candlewick?” 

“Willingly! With all my heart.” 

“Will you let me see your ears?” 

“Why not? But first, my dear Pinocchio, I 
should like to see yours.” 

“No: you must be first.” 

“No, dear: First you and then I!” 

“Well,” said the puppet, “let us come to an 
agreement like good friends.” 


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“Let us hear it.” 

“We will both take off our caps at the same 
moment. Do you agree?” 

“I agree.” 

“Then attention!” 

And Pinocchio began to count in a loud voice: 

“One: Two: Three!” 

At the word three! the two boys took off their 
caps and threw them into the air. 

And then a scene followed that would seem 
incredible if it was not true. That is, that when 
Pinocchio and Candlewick discovered that they 
were both struck with the same misfortune, in- 
stead of feeling full of mortification and grief, 
they began to prick their ungainly ears and to 
make a thousand antics, and they ended by 
going into bursts of laughter. 

And they laughed, and laughed, and laughed, 
until they had to hold themselves together. But 
in the midst of their merriment, Candlewick 
suddenly stopped, staggered, and changing colour 
said to his friend: 

“Help, help, Pinocchio!” 

“What is the matter with you?” 

“Alas, I cannot any longer stand upright.” 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 213 


“No more can I,” exclaimed Pinocchio, totter- 
ing and beginning to cry. 

And whilst they were talking they both 
doubled up and began to run round the room on 
their hands and feet. And as they ran, their 
hands became hoofs, their faces lengthened into 
muzzles, and their backs became covered with a 
light gray hairy coat cpr’nkled with black. 

But do you know what was the worst moment 
for these two wretched boys? The worst and 
the most humiliating moment was when their 
tails grew. Vanquished by shame and sorrow 
they wept and lamented their fate. 

Oh, if they had but been wiser! But instead 
of sighs and lamentations they could only bray 
like asses; and they brayed loudly and said in 
chorus: “j-a, j-a, j-a.” 

Whilst this was going on some one knocked 
at the door, and a voice on the outside said: 

“Open the door! I am the little man, I am 
the coachman, who brought you to this country. 
Open at once, or it will be the worse for you!” 


XXXIII 


Pinocchio , having become a genuine little donkey r 
is taken to be sold , and is bought by the di- 
rector of a company of buffoons to be taught 
to dance , and to jump through hoops , but one 
evening he lames himself , and then he is 
bought by a man who purposes to make a 
drum of his skin. 

Finding that the door remained shut the little 
man burst it open with a violent kick, and com- 
ing into the room he said to Pinocchio and 
Candlewick with his usual little laugh: 

“Well done, boys! You brayed well, and I 
recognized you by your voices. That is why I 
am here.” 

At these words the two little donkeys were 
quite stupefied, and stood with their heads down, 
their ears lowered, and their tails between their 
legs. 

At first the little man stroked and caressed 
them; then taking out a currycomb he curry- 
combed them well. And when by this process 


216 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


he had polished them till they shone like two 
mirrors, he put a halter round their necks and 
led them to the market-place, in hopes of selling 
them and making a good profit. 

And indeed buyers were not wanting. Candle- 
wick was bought by a peasant whose donkey 
had died the previous day. Pinocchio was sold 
to the director of a company of buffoons and 
tight-rope dancers, who bought him that he 
might teach him to leap and to dance with the 
other animals belonging to the company. 

And now, my little readers, you will have 
understood the fine trade that little man pur- 
sued. The wicked little monster, who had a 
face all milk and honey, made frequent journeys 
round the world with his coach. As he went 
along he collected, with promises and flattery, 
all the idle boys who had taken an aversion to 
books and school. As soon as his coach was full 
he conducted them to the “Land of Boobies,” 
that they might pass their time in games, in 
uproar, and in amusement. When these poor 
deluded boys, from continual play and no study, 
had become so many little donkeys, he took 
possession of them with great delight and satis- 
faction, and carried them off to the fairs and 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 217 


markets to be sold. And in this way he had in 
a few years made heaps of money and had be- 
come a millionaire. 

What became of Candlewick I do not know; 
but I do know that Pinocchio from the very first 
day had to endure a very hard, laborious life. 

When he was put into his stall his master filled 
the manger with straw; but Pinocchio, having 
tried a mouthful, spat it out again. 

Then his master, grumbling, filled the manger 
with hay; but neither did the hay please him. 

“Ah!” exclaimed his master in a passion. 
“Does not hay please you either? Leave it to 
me, my fine donkey; if you are so full of caprices 
I will find a way to cure you! . . 

And by way of correcting him he struck his 
legs with his whip. 

Pinocchio began to cry and to bray with pain, 
and he said, braying: 

“J-a, j-a, I cannot digest straw! . . 

“Then eat hay!” said his master, who under- 
stood perfectly the asinine dialect. 

“ J-a, j-a, hay gives me a pain in my stomach.” 

“Do you mean to pretend that a little donkey 
like you must be kept on breasts of chickens, 


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and capons in jelly?” asked his master, getting 
more and more angry, and whipping him again. 

At this second whipping Pinocchio prudently 
held his tongue and said nothing more. 

The stable was then shut and Pinocchio was 
left alone. He had not eaten for many hours, 
and he began to yawn from hunger. And when 
he yawned he opened a mouth that seemed as 
wide as an oven. 

At last, finding nothing else in the manger, he 
resigned himself, and chewed a little hay; and 
after he had chewed it well, he shut his eyes and 
swallowed it. 

“This hay is not bad,” he said to himself: 
“but how much better it would have been if I 
had gone on with my studies! . . . Instead of 
hay I might now be eating a hunch of new bread 
and a fine slice of sausage: But I must have 
patience! . . .” 

The next morning when he woke he looked in 
the manger for a little more hay; but he found 
none, for he had eaten it all during the night. 

Then he took a mouthful of chopped straw; 
but whilst he was chewing it he had to acknowl- 
edge that the taste of chopped straw did not in 


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the least resemble a savoury dish of macaroni or 
rice. 

‘‘But I must have patience!” he repeated as 
he went on chewing. “May my example serve 
at least as a warning to all disobedient boys who 
do not want to study .... Patience! . . . 
patience! . . .” 

“Patience indeed!” shouted his master, com- 
ing at that moment into the stable. “Do you 
think, my little donkey, that I bought you 
only to give you food and drink? I bought you 
to make you work, and that you might earn 
money for me. Up, then, at once! you must 
come with me into the circus, and there I will 
teach you to jump through hoops, to go through 
frames of paper head foremost, to dance waltzes 
and polkas, and to stand upright on your hind 
legs.” 

Poor Pinocchio, either by love or by force, had 
to learn all these fine things. But it took him 
three months before he had learnt them, and 
he got many a whipping that nearly took off 
his skin. 

At last a day came when his master was able 
to announce that he would give a really extra- 


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ordinary representation. The many-coloured 
placards stuck on the street corners were thus 
worded : 


GREAT FULL DRESS REPRESENTATION. 


TO-NIGHT 

Will Take Place the Usual Feats 
and Surprising Performances 
Executed by all the Artistes 

AND BY ALL THE HORSES OF THE COMPANY, 
AND MOREOVER 

The Famous 

LITTLE DONKEY PINOCCHIO, 

CALLED 

THE STAR OF THE DANCE, 

WILL MAKE HIS FIRST APPEARANCE. 


THE THEATRE WILL BE BRILLIANTLY ILLUMINATED. 


On that evening, as you may imagine, an hour 
before the play was to begin the theatre was 
crammed. 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 221 


There was not a place to be had either in the 
pit or the stalls, or in the boxes even, by paying 
its weight in gold. 

The benches round the circus were crowded 
with children and with boys of all ages, who were 
in a fever of impatience to see the famous little 
donkey Pinocchio dance. 

When the first part of the performance was 
over, the director of the company, dressed in a 
black coat, white shorts, and big leather boots 
that came above his knees, presented himself 
to the public, and after making a profound bow 
he began with much solemnity the following 
ridiculous speech: 

“ Respectable public, ladies and gentlemen! 
The humble undersigned being a passer-by in 
this illustrious city, I have wished to procure for 
myself the honour, not to say the pleasure, of 
presenting to this intelligent and distinguished 
audience a celebrated little donkey, who has 
already had the honour of dancing in the pres- 
ence of His Majesty the Emperor of all the 
principal Courts of Europe. 

“And thanking you, I beg of you to help us 
with your inspiring presence and to be indulgent 
to us.” 


222 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


This speech was received with much laughter 
and applause; but the applause redoubled and 
became tumultuous when the little donkey 
Pinocchio made his appearance in the middle 
of the circus. He was decked out for the oc- 
casion. He had a new bridle of polished leather 
with brass buckles and studs, and two white 
camelias in his ears. His mane was divided 
and curled, and each curl was tied with bows 
of coloured ribbon. He had a girth of gold and 
silver round his body, and his tail was plaited 
with amaranth and blue velvet ribbons. He 
was, in fact, a little donkey to fall in love with! 

The director, in presenting him to the public, 
added these few words: 

“My respectable auditors! I am not here to 
tell you falsehoods of the great difficulties that 
I have overcome in understanding and subjugat- 
ing this mammifer, whilst he was grazing at 
liberty amongst the mountains in the plains of 
the torrid zone. I beg you will observe the 
wild rolling of his eyes. Every means having 
been tried in vain to tame him, and to accustom 
him to the life of domestic quadrupeds, I was 
often forced to have recourse to the convincing 
argument of the whip. But all my goodness to 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 223 


him, instead of gaining his affections, has, on the 
contrary, increased his viciousness. However, 
following the system of Gall, I discovered in his 
cranium a bony cartilage, that the Faculty of 
Medicine in Paris has itself recognized as the 
regenerating bulb of the hair, and of dance. For 
this reason I have not only taught him to dance, 
but also to jump through hoops and through 
frames covered with paper. Admire him, and 
then pass your opinion on him! But before 
taking my leave of you, permit me, ladies and 
gentlemen, to invite you to the daily performance 
that will take place to-morrow evening; but in 
the apotheosis that the weather should threaten 
rain, the performance will be postponed till to- 
morrow morning at 11 antemeridian of post- 
meridian.^ 

Here the director made another profound 
bow; and then turning to Pinocchio, he said: 

“ Courage, Pinocchio! before you begin your 
feats make your bow to this distinguished audi- 
ence — ladies, gentlemen, and children.” 

Pinocchio obeyed, and bent both his knees till 
they touched the ground, and remained kneeling 
until the director, cracking his whip, shouted to 
him: 


224 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


“At a foot’s pace!” 

Then the little donkey raised himself on 
his four legs and began to walk round the 
theatre, keeping at a foot’s pace. 

After a little the director cried: 

“Trot!” and Pinocchio, obeying the order, 
changed to a trot. 

“Gallop!” and Pinocchio broke into a gallop. 

“Full gallop!” and Pinocchio went full gallop. 
But whilst he was going full speed like a race- 
horse the director, raising his arm in the air, fired 
off a pistol. 

At the shot the little donkey, pretending to be 
wounded, fell his whole length in the circus, as 
if he was really dying. 

As he got up from the ground amidst an out- 
burst of applause, shouts, and clapping of hands, 
he naturally raised his head and looked up . . . 
and he saw in one of the boxes a beautiful lady 
who wore round her neck a thick gold chain from 
which hung a medallion. On the medallion was 
painted the portrait of a puppet. 

“ That is my portrait! . . . that lady is the 
Fairy!” said Pinocchio to himself recognizing 
her immediately; and overcome with delight he 
tried to cry: 


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“Oh, my little Fairy! Oh, my little Fairy !” 

But instead of these words a bray came from 
his throat, so sonorous and so prolonged that all 
the spectators laughed, and more especially all 
the children who were in the theatre. 

Then the director, to give him a lesson, and to 
make him understand that it is not good manners 
to bray before the public, gave him a blow on his 
nose with the handle of his whip. 

The poor little donkey put his tongue out an 
inch, and licked his nose for at least five minutes, 
thinking perhaps that it would ease the pain he 
felt. 

But what was his despair when, looking up a 
second time, he saw that the box was empty and 
that the Fairy had disappeared ! . . . 

He thought he was going to die: his eyes filled 
with tears and he began to weep. Nobody, how- 
ever, noticed it, and least of all the director who, 
cracking his whip, shouted: 

“Courage, Pinocchio! Now let the audience 
see how gracefully you can jump through the 
hoops.” 

Pinocchio tried two or three times, but each 
time that he came in front of the hoop, instead 
of going through it, he found it easier to go under 


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it. At last he made a leap and went through it; 
but his right leg unfortunately caught in the 
hoop, and that caused him to fall to the ground 
doubled up in a heap on the other side. 

When he got up he was lame, and it was only 
with great difficulty that he managed to return 
to the stable. 

“ Bring out Pinocchio! We want the little 
donkey! Bring out the little donkey !” shouted 
all the boys in the theatre, touched and sorry for 
the sad accident. 

But the little donkey was seen no more that 
evening. 

The following morning the veterinary, that is, 
the doctor of animals, paid him a visit, and de- 
clared that he would remain lame for life. 

The director then said to the stable-boy: 

“What do you suppose I can do with a lame 
donkey? He would eat food without earning 
it. Take him to the market and sell him.” 

When they reached the market a purchaser 
was found at once. He asked the stable-boy. 

“How much do you want for that lame 
donkey?” 

“Twenty francs.” 

“I will give you twenty pence. Don’t sup- 


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pose that I am buying him to make use of ; I am 
buying him solely for his skin. I see that his 
skin is very hard, and I intend to make a drum 
with it for the band of my village.” 

I leave it to my readers to imagine poor 
Pinocchio’s feelings when he heard that he was 
destined to become a drum! 

As soon as the purchaser had paid his twenty 
pence he conducted the little donkey to the sea- 
shore. He then put a stone round his neck, and 
tying a rope, the end of which he held in his hand, 
round his leg, he gave him a sudden push and 
threw him into the water. 

Pinocchio, weighed down by the stone, went 
at once to the bottom; and his owner, keeping 
tight hold of the cord, sat down quietly on a 
piece of rock to wait until the little donkey was 
drowned, intending then to skin him. 



XXXIV 


Pinocchio , having been thrown into the sea , is 
eaten by the fish and becomes a puppet as he 
was before . Whilst he is swimming away 
to save his life he is swallowed by the terrible 
Dog-fish. 

After Pinocchio had been fifty minutes under 
the water, his purchaser said aloud to himself: 

“My poor little lame donkey must by this 
time be quite drowned. I will therefore pull 
him out of the water, and I will make a fine 
drum of his skin.” 

And he began to haul in the rope that he had 
tied to the donkey’s leg; and he hauled, and 
hauled, and hauled, until at last . . . what do 
you think appeared above the water? Instead 
of a little dead donkey he saw a live puppet, who 
was wriggling like an eel. 

Seeing this wooden puppet the poor man 
thought he was dreaming, and, struck dumb with 
astonishment, he remained with his mouth open 
and his eyes starting out of his head. 


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Having somewhat recovered from his first 
stupefaction, he asked in a quavering voice: 

“And the little donkey that I threw into the 
sea? What has become of him?” 

“I am the little donkey!” said Pinocchio, 
laughing. 

“You?” 

77 

“ Ah, you young scamp ! Do you dare to make 
game of me?” 

“To make game of you? Quite the contrary, 
my dear master; I am speaking seriously.” 

“But how can you, who, but a short time ago, 
were a little donkey, have become a wooden 
puppet, only from having been left in the water?” 

“It must have been the effect of sea-water. 
The sea makes extraordinary changes.” 

“Beware, puppet, beware! . . . Don’t imag- 
ine that you can amuse yourself at my expense. 
Woe to you, if I lose patience! . . .” 

“Well, master, do you wish to know the true 
story? If you will set my leg free I will tell it 
you.” 

The good man, who was curious to hear the 
true story, immediately untied the knot that 
kept him bound; and Pinocchio, finding himself 


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free as a bird in the air, commenced as follows: 

“ You must know that I was once a puppet as I 
am now, and I was on the point of becoming a 
boy like the many that there are in the world. 
But instead, induced by my dislike to study and 
the advice of bad companions, I ran away from 
home . . . and one fine day when I awoke I 
found myself changed into a donkey with long 
ears . . . and a long tail! . . . What a dis- 
grace it was to me! — a disgrace, dear master, that 
the blessed St. Anthony would not inflict even 
upon you! Taken to the market to be sold I 
was bought by the director of an equestrian com- 
pany, who took it into his head to make a famous 
dancer of me, and a famous leaper through 
hoops. But one night during a performance I 
had a bad fall in the circus and lamed both my 
legs. Then the director, not knowing what to 
do with a lame donkey, sent me to be sold, and 
you were the purchaser! . . 

“Only too true: And I paid twenty pence 
for you. And now who will give me back my 
poor pennies?” 

“And why did you buy me? You bought me 
to make a drum of my skin! ... a drum! 


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“Only too true! And now where shall I find 
another skin? . . .” 

“Don’t despair, master. There are such a 
number of little donkeys in the world!” 

“Tell me, you impertinent rascal, does your 
story end here?” 

“No,” answered the puppet; “I have another 
two words to say and then I shall have finished. 
After you had bought me you brought me to 
this place to kill me; but then, yielding to a feel- 
ing of compassion, you preferred to tie a stone 
round my neck and to throw me into the sea. 
This humane feeling does you great honour, and 
I shall always be grateful to you for it. But 
nevertheless, dear master, this time you made 
your calculations without considering the Fairy! 

“And who is this Fairy?” 

“She is my mamma, and she resembles all 
other good mammas who care for their children, 
and who never lose sight of them, but help them 
lovingly, even when, on account of their foolish- 
ness and evil conduct, they deserve to be aban- 
doned and left to themselves. Well, then, the 
good Fairy, as soon as she saw that I was in 
danger of drowning, sent immediately an im« 


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mense shoal of fish, who, believing me really to 
be a little dead donkey, began to eat me. And 
what mouthfuls they took : I should never 
have thought that fish were greedier than boys! 
. . . Some ate my ears, some my muzzle, others 
my neck and mane, some the skin of my legs, 
some my coat . . . and amongst them there 
was a little fish so polite that he even conde- 
scended to eat my tail.” 

“From this time forth, ” said his purchaser, 
horrified, “I swear that I will never touch fish. 
It would be too dreadful to open a mullet, or a 
fried whiting, and to find inside a donkey’s tail!” 

“I agree with you,” said the puppet, laughing. 
“ However, I must tell you that when the fish had 
finished eating the donkey’s hide that covered 
me from head to foot, they naturally reached the 
bone ... or rather the wood, for as you see I 
am made of the hardest wood. But after giving 
a few bites they soon discovered that I was not 
a morsel for their teeth, and, disgusted with such 
indigestible food, they went off, some in one di- 
rection and some in another, without so much as 
saying thank you to me. And now, at last, I 
have told you how it was that when you pulled 


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up the rope you found a live puppet instead of a 
dead donkey.” 

“I laugh at your story,” cried the man in a 
rage. “I know only that I spent twenty pence 
to buy you, and I will have my money back. 
Shall I tell you what I will do? I will take you 
back to the market and I will sell you by weight 
as seasoned wood for lighting fires.” 

“Sell me if you like; I am content,” said 
Pinocchio. 

But as he said it he made a spring and 
plunged into the water. Swimming gaily away 
from the shore he called to his poor owner: 

“Good-bye, master; if you should be in want 
of a skin to make a drum, remember me.” 

And he laughed and went on swimming; and 
after a while he turned again and shouted louder; 

“Good-bye, master; if you should be in want 
of a little well-seasoned wood for lighting the 
fire, remember me.” 

In the twinkling of an eye he had swum so far 
off that he was scarcely visible. All that could 
be seen of him was a little black speck on the 
surface of the sea that from time to time lifted 
its legs out of the water and leapt and capered 
like a dolphin enjoying himself. 


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Whilst Pinocchio was swimming he knew not 
whither he saw in the midst of the sea a rock 
that seemed to be made of white marble, and 
on the summit there stood a beautiful little goat 
who bleated lovingly and made signs to him to 
approach. 

But the most singular thing was this. The 
little goat’s hair, instead of being white or black, 
or a mixture of two colours as is usual with other 
goats, was blue, and of a very vivid blue, greatly 
resembling the hair of the beautiful Child. 

I leave you to imagine how rapidly poor Pin- 
occhio’s heart began to beat. He swam with 
redoubled strength and energy towards the white 
rock; and he was already half-way when he saw, 
rising up out of the water and coming to meet 
him, the horrible head of a sea-monster. His 
wide-open cavernous mouth and his three rows 
of enormous teeth would have been terrifying 
to look at even in a picture. 

And do you know what this sea-monster was? 

This sea-monster was neither more nor less 
than that gigantic Dog-fish who has been men- 
tioned many times in this story, and who, for 
his slaughter and for his insatiable voracity, had 
been named the “Attila of fish and fishermen.” 


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Only think of poor Pinocchio's terror at the 
sight of the monster. He tried to avoid it, to 
change his direction; he tried to escape; but 
that immense wide-open mouth came towards 
him with the velocity of an arrow. 

“Be quick, Pinocchio, for pity's sake,” cried 
the beautiful little goat, bleating. 

And Pinocchio swam desperately with his 
arms, his chest, his legs, and his feet. 

“Quick, Pinocchio, the monster is close upon 
you! . . 

And Pinocchio swam quicker than ever, and 
flew on with the rapidity of a ball from a gun. 
He had nearly reached the rock, and the little 
goat, leaning over towards the sea, had stretched 
out her fore-legs to help him out of the water! 

But it was too late! The monster had over- 
taken him, and drawing in his breath, he sucked 
in the poor puppet as he would have sucked a 
hen's egg; and he swallowed him with such vio- 
lence and avidity that Pinocchio, in falling into 
the Dog-fish's stomach, received such a blow 
that he remained unconscious for a quarter of 
an hour afterwards. 

When he came to himself again after the shock 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 237 


he could not in the least imagine in what world 
he was. All around him it was quite dark, and 
the darkness was so black and so profund that 
it seemed to him that he had fallen head down- 
wards in to an inkstand full of ink. He listened, 
but he could hear no noise; only from time to 
time great gusts of wind blew in his face. At first 
he could not understand where the wind came 
from, but at last he discovered that it came out 
of the monster’s lungs. For you must know that 
the Dog-fish suffered very much from asthma, 
and when he breathed it was exactly as if a north 
wind was blowing: 

Pinocchio at first tried to keep up his courage; 
but when he had one proof after another that 
he was really shut up in the body of this sea- 
monster he began to cry and scream and to sob 
out: 

“Help! help! Oh, how unfortunate I am! 
Will nobody come to save me?” 

“Who do you think could save you, unhappy 
wretch? . . . ” said a voice in the dark that 
sounded like a guitar out of tune. 

“Who is speaking?” asked Pinocchio, frozen 
with terror. 

“It is I! I am a poor Tunny who was swal- 


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lowed by the Dog-fish at the same time that 
you were. And what fish are you?” 

“I have nothing in common with fish. I am 
a puppet.” 

“Then if you are not a fish, why did you let 
yourself be swallowed by the monster?” 

“I didn’t let myself be swallowed: it was the 
monster swallowed me! And now, what are we 
to do here in the dark?” 

“Resign ourselves and wait until the Dog- 
fish has digested us both. ” 

“But I do not want to be digested!” howled 
Pinocchio, beginning to cry again. 

“Neither do I want to be digested, ” added the 
Tunny; “but I am enough of a philosopher to 
console myself by thinking that when one is 
born a Tunny it is more dignified to die in the 
water than in oil. ” 

“That is all nonsense!” cried Pinocchio. 

“It is my opinion,” replied the Tunny; and 
opinions, so say the political Tunnies, ought to 
be respected. ” 

“To sum it all up . . .1 want to get away 
from here ... I want to escape. ” 

“Escape if you are able! ...” 


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“Is this Dog-fish who has swallowed us very 
big?” asked the puppet. 

“Big! Why, only imagine, his body is two 
miles long without counting his tail.” 

Whilst they were holding this conversation 
in the dark, Pinocchio thought that he saw a 
light a long way off. 

“What is that little light I see in the dis- 
tance?” he asked. 

“It is most likely some companion in mis- 
fortune who is waiting like us to be digested.” 

“I will go and find him. Do you not think 
that it may by chance be some old fish who per- 
haps could show us how to escape?” 

“ I hope it may be so with all my heart, dear 
puppet. ” 

“Good-bye, Tunny.” 

“Good-bye, puppet, and good fortune attend 
you. ” 

“ Where shall we meet again? ...” 

“Who can say? . . . It is better not even to 
think of it!” 


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V„ V 























































































XXXV 


Pinocchio finds in the body of the Dog-fish . . . 
whom does he find f Read this chapter and 
you will know. 

Pinocchio, having taken leave of his friend the 
Tunny, began to grope his way in the dark 
through the body of the Dog-fish, taking a step 
at a time in the direction of the fight that he 
saw shining dimly at a great distance. 

The farther he advanced the brighter became 
the fight; and he walked and walked until at 
last he reached it: and when he reached it . . . 
what did he find? I will give you a thousand 
guesses. He found a little table spread out, 
and on it a lighted candle stuck into a green 
glass bottle, and seated at the table was a little 
old man. He was eating some five fish, and they 
were so very much alive that whilst he was eat- 
ing them they sometimes even jumped out of 
his mouth. 

At this sight Pinocchio was filled with such 
great and unexpected joy that he became al- 


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most delirious. He wanted to laugh, he wanted 
to cry, he wanted to say a thousand things, and 
instead he could only stammer out a few con- 
fused and broken words. At last he succeeded 
in uttering a cry of joy, and opening his arms he 
threw them around the little old man’s neck, 
and began to shout: 

“Oh, my dear papa! I have found you at 
last! I will never leave you more, never more, 
never more!” 

“Then my eyes tell me true?” said the little 
old man, rubbing his eyes; “then you are really 
my dear Pinocchio?” 

“Yes, yes, I am Pinocchio, really Pinocchio! 
And you have quite forgiven me, have you not? 
Oh, my dear papa, how good you are! . . . 
and to think that I, on the contrary . . .Oh! 
but if you only knew what misfortunes have 
been poured on my head, and all that has be- 
fallen me! Only imagine, the day that you, 
poor dear papa, sold your coat to buy me a 
Spelling-book that I might go to school, I es- 
caped to see the puppet-show, and the showman 
wanted to put me on the fire that I might roast 
his mutton, and he was the same that after- 
wards gave me five gold pieces to take them to 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 243 

you, but I met the Fox and the Cat, who took 
me to the inn of the Red Crawfish, where they 
ate like wolves, and I left by myself in the middle 
of the night, and I encountered assassins who 
ran after me, and I ran away, and they followed, 
and I ran, and they always followed me, and I 
ran, until they hung me to a branch of a Big 
Oak, and the beautiful Child with blue hair 
sent a little carriage to fetch me, and the doctors 
when they had seen me said immediately, 
Tf he is not dead, it is a proof that he is still 
alive’ — and then by chance I told a lie, and my 
nose began to grow until I could no longer get 
through the door of the room, for which reason 
I went with the Fox and the Cat to bury the 
four gold pieces, for one I had spent at the inn, 
and the Parrot began to laugh, and instead of 
two thousand gold pieces I found none left, for 
which reason the judge when he heard that I 
had been robbed had me immediately put in 
prison to content the robbers, and then when I 
was coming away I saw a beautiful bunch of 
grapes in a field, and I was caught in a trap, and 
the peasant, who was quite right, put a dog- 
collar round my neck that I might guard the 
poultry-yard, and acknowledging my innocence 


244 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


let me go, and the Serpent with the smoking tail 
began to laugh and broke a blood-vessel in his 
chest, and so I returned to the house of the beau- 
tiful Child who was dead, and the Pigeon, see- 
ing that I was crying, said to me, ‘I have seen 
your father who was building a little boat to 
go in search of you/ and I said to him, ‘Oh! if 
it also has wings/ and he said to me, ‘Do you 
want to go to your father?’ and I said , ‘Without 
doubt! but who will take me to him?’ and he 
said to me, ‘I will take you/ and I said to him, 
‘How?’ and he said to me, ‘Get on my back/ 
and so we flew all night, and then in the morning 
all the fishermen who were looking out to sea 
said to me, ‘There is a poor man in a boat who 
is on the point of being drowned/ and I recog- 
nised you at once, even at that distance, for 
my heart told me, and I made signs to you to 
return to land . . . ” 

“I also recognised you,” said Geppetto, “and 
I would willingly have returned to the shore: 
but what was I to do ! The sea was tremendous, 
and a great wave upset my boat. Then a hor- 
rible Dog-fish who was near, as soon as he saw 
me in the water, came towards me, and putting 


THE AD VENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 245 

out his tongue took hold of me, and swallowed 
me as if I had been a little Bologna tart. ” 

‘‘ And how long have you been shut up here? ” 
asked Pinocchio. 

“ Since that day — it must be nearly two years 
ago: two years, my dear Pinocchio, that have 
seemed like two centuries!” 

“ And how have you managed to live? And 
where did you get the candle? And the matches 
to light it? Who gave them to you? ” 

“Stop, and I will tell you everything. You 
must know, then, that in the same storm in 
which my boat was upset a merchant vessel 
foundered. The sailors were all saved, but the 
vessel went to the bottom, and the Dog-fish, 
who had that day an excellent appetite, after 
he had swallowed me, swallowed also the ves- 
sel ... ” 

“How?” 

“He swallowed it in one mouthful, and the 
only thing that he spat out was the mainmast, 
that had stuck between his teeth like a fish- 
bone. Fortunately for me the vessel was laden 
with preserved meat in tins, biscuit, bottles of 
wine, dried raisins, cheese, coffee, sugar, candles, 
and bosses of wax matches. With this previden- 


246 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


tial supply I have been able to live for two years. 
But I have arrived at the end of my resources: 
there is nothing left in the larder, and this candle 
that you see burning is the last that remains 

“And after that?” 

“After that, dear boy, we shall both remain 
in the dark. ” 

“Then, dear little papa,” said Pinocchio, 
“there is no time to lose. We must think of 
escaping. . . . ” 

“Of escaping? . . . and how?” 

“We must escape through the mouth of the 
Dog-fish, throw ourselves into the sea and swim 
away. ” 

“You talk well: but, dear Pinocchio, I don't 
know how to swim.” 

“ What does that matter? ... I am a good 
swimmer, and you can get on my shoulders and 
I will carry you safely to shore. ” 

“All illusions, my boy!” replied Geppetto, 
shaking his head, with a melancholy smile. 
“Do you suppose it possible that a puppet like 
you, scarcely a metre high, could have the 
strength to swim with me on his shoulders!” 

“Try it and you will see!” 


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Without another word Pinoechio took the 
candle in his hand, and going in front to light 
the way, he said to his father: 

“ Follow me, and don’t be afraid.” 

And they walked for some time and traversed 
the body and the stomach of the Dog-fish. 
But when they had arrived at the point where the 
monster’s big throat began, they thought it 
better to stop to give a good look around and to 
choose the best moment for escaping. 

Now I must tell you that the Dog-fish, being 
very old, and suffering from asthma and palpi- 
tation of the heart, was obliged to sleep with his 
mouth open. Pinoechio, therefore, having ap- 
proached the entrance to his throat and, looking 
up, could see beyond the enormous gaping 
mouth a large piece of starry sky and beautiful 
moonlight. 

“ This is the moment to escape, ” he whispered , 
turning to his father; “the Dog-fish is sleeping 
like a dormouse, the sea is calm, and it is as 
light as day. Follow me, dear papa, and in a 
short time we shall be in safety. ” 

They immediately climbed up the throat of 
the sea-monster, and having reached his im- 


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mense mouth they began to walk on tiptoe 
down his tongue. 

Before taking the final leap the puppet said 
to his father: 

“Get on my shoulders and put your arms 
tight around my neck. I will take care of the 
rest. ” 

As soon as Geppetto was firmly settled on 
his son's shoulders, Pmocchio, feeling sure of 
himself, threw himself into the water and began 
to swim. The sea was as smooth as oil, the moon 
shone brilliantly, and the Dog-fish was sleeping 
so profoundly that even a cannonade would have 
failed to wake him. 


XXXYI 


Pinocchio at last ceases to be a puppet and becomes 
a boy. 

Whilst Pinocchio was swimming quickly to- 
wards the shore he discovered that his father, 
who was on his shoulders with his legs in the 
water, was trembling as violently as if the poor 
man had got an attack of ague fever. 

Was he trembling from cold or fromfear? . . . 
Perhaps a little from both the one and the other. 
But Pinocchio, thinking that it was from fear, 
said to comfort him: 

“ Courage, papa! In a few minutes we shall 
be safely on shore.” 

“But where is this blessed shore?” asked the 
little old man, becoming still more frightened, 
and screwing up his eyes as tailors do when they 
wish to thread a needle. “ I have been looking 
in every direction and I see nothing but the sky 
and the sea. ” 

“ But I see the shore as well, ” said the puppet. 


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“You must know that I am like a cat: I see 
better by night than by day. ” 

Poor Pinocchio was making a pretence of 
being in good spirits, but in reality ... in 
reality he was beginning to feel discouraged: 
his strength was failing, he was gasping and pant- 
ing for breath ... he could do no more, and 
the shore was still far off. 

He swam until he had no breath left; then he 
turned his head to Geppetto and said in broken 
words : 

“Papa . . . help me ... I am dying !” 

The father and son were on the point of drown- 
ing when they heard a voice like a guitar out of 
tune saying: 

“Who is it that is dying?” 

“It is I, and my poor father! ...” 

“I know that voice! You are Pinocchio!” 

“Precisely: and you?” 

“I am the Tunny, your prison companion in 
the body of the Dog-fish.” 

“And how did you manage to escape?” 

“I followed your example. You showed me 
the road, and I escaped after you. ” 

“Tunny, you have arrived at the right mo- 
ment ! I implore you to help us, or we are lost. ” 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 25 1 

“ Willingly and with all my heart. You 
must, both of you, take hold of my tail and leave 
me to guide you. I will take you on shore in 
four minutes.” 

Geppetto and Pinocchio, as I need not tell 
you, accepted the offer at once; but instead of 
holding on by his tail they thought it would be 
more comfortable to get on the Tunny's back. 

Having reached the shore Pinocchio sprang 
first on land that he might help his father to 
do the same. He then turned to the Tunny, 
and said to him in a voice full of emotion : 

“My friend, you have saved my papa's life. 
I can find no words with which to thank you 
properly. Permit me at least to give you a kiss 
as a sign of my eternal gratitude! ..." 

The Tunny put his head out of the water, and 
Pinocchio, kneeling on the ground, kissed him 
tenderly on the mouth. At this spontaneous 
proof of warm affection, the poor Tunny, who 
was not accustomed to it, felt extremely touched, 
and ashamed to let himself be seen crying like 
a child, he plunged under the water and dis- 
appeared. 

By this time the day had dawned. Pinocchio 


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then offering his arm to Geppetto, who had 
scarcely breath to stand, said to him: 

“Lean on my arm, dear papa, and let us go. 
We will walk very slowly like the ants, and when 
we are tired we can rest by the wayside. ” 

“And where shall we go?” asked Geppetto. 
“In search of some house or cottage, where 
they will give us for charity a mouthful of 
bread, and a little straw to serve as a bed. ” 
They had not gone a hundred yards when they 
saw by the roadside two villainous-looking in- 
dividuals begging. 

They were the Cat and the Fox, but they 
were scarcely recognisable. Fancy! the Cat had 
so long feigned blindness that she had become 
blind in reality; and the Fox, old, mangy, and 
with one side paralysed, had not even his tail 
left. That sneaking thief, having fallen into the 
most squalid misery, one fine day had found 
himself obliged to sell his beautiful tail to a 
traveling pedlar, who bought it to drive away 
flies. 

“Oh, Pinocchio!” cried the Fox, “give a little 
in charity to two poor infirm people. ” 

“Infirm people,” repeated the Cat. 

“Begone, impostors!” answered the puppet. 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 253 


“You took me in once, but you will never catch 
me again.” 

“Believe me, Pinocchio, we are now poor and 
unfortunate indeed!” 

“If you are poor, you deserve it. Recollect 
the proverb: ‘Stolen money never fructifies.’ 
Begone, impostors!” 

And thus saying Pinocchio and Geppetto went 
their way in peace. When they had gone 
another hundred yards they saw, at the end of 
a path in the middle of the fields, a nice little 
straw hut with a roof of tiles and bricks. 

“ That hut must be inhabitated by some one, ” 
said Pinocchio. “Let us go and knock at the 
door.” 

They went and knocked. 

“Who is there? ” said a little voice from within. 

“We are a poor father and son without bread 
and without a roof,” answered the puppet. 

“Turn the key and the door will open,” said 
the same little voice. 

Pinocchio turned the key and the door opened. 
They went in and looked here, there, and every- 
where, but could see no one. 

“Oh! where is the master of the house?” said 
Pinocchio, much surprised. 


254 THE ADVENTURES OF P1NOCCHJO 


“Here I am up here!” 

The father and son looked immediately up to 
the ceiling, and there on a beam they saw the 
Talking-cricket. 

“Oh, my dear little Cricket!” said Pinocchio, 
bowing politely to him. 

“Ah! now you call me ‘Your dear little 
Cricket.’ But do you remember the time when 
you threw the handle of a hammer at me, to 
drive me from your house? ...” 

“You are right, Cricket! Drive me away also 
. . . throw the handle of a hammer at me; but 
have pity on my poor papa ...” 

“ I will have pity on both father and son, but 
I wished to remind you of the ill treatment I 
received from you, to teach you that in this 
world, when it is possible, we should show cour- 
tesy to everybody, if we wish it to be extended to 
us in our hour of need. ” 

“You are right, Cricket, you are right, and J 
will bear in mind the lesson you have given me , 
But tell me how you managed to buy this beauti * 
ful hut. ” 

“This hut was given to me yesterday by i . 
goat whose wool was of a beautiful blue colour. ’ 


THE ADVENTURES OF PJNOCCHIO 255 


“And where has the goat gone?” asked Pin- 
occhio with lively curiosity. 

“I do not know.” 

“And when will it come back? ...” 

“It will never come back. It went away 
yesterday in great grief and, bleating, it seemed 
to say : Toor Pinocchio ... I shall never see 
him more ... by this time the Dog-fish must 
have devoured him! . . ” 

“Did it really say that? . . . Then it was 
she! ... it was she! ... it was my dear 
little Fairy . . . ” exclaimed Pinocchio, cry- 
ing and sobbing. 

When he had cried for some time he dried his 
eyes, and prepared a comfortable bed of straw 
for Geppetto to lie down upon. Then he asked 
the Cricket: 

“Tell me, little Cricket, where can I find a 
tumbler of milk for my poor papa?” 

“ Three fields off from here there lives a gar- 
dener called Giangio who keeps cows. Go to him 
and you will get the milk you are in want of. ” 

Pinocchio ran all the way to Giangio ^s house; 
and the gardener asked him: 

“How much milk do you want?” 

“I want a tumblerful.” 


256 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


“ A tumbler of milk costs a halfpenny. Begin 
by giving me the halfpenny. ” 

“I have not even a farthing,” replied Pin- 
occhio, grieved and mortified. 

“That is bad, puppet, answered the gardener. 
“If you have not even a farthing, I have not 
even a drop of milk. ” 

“I must have patience!” said Pinocchio, and 
he turned to go. 

“ Wait a little, ” said Giangio. “We can come 
to an arrangement together. Will you under- 
take to turn the pumping machine?” 

“What is the pumping machine?” 

“It is a wooden pole which serves to draw up 
the water from the cistern to water the vege- 
tables. ” 

“You can try me ...” 

“Well, then, if you will draw a hundred buck- 
ets of water, I will give you in compensation a 
tumbler of milk. ” 

“It is a bargain.” 

Giangio then led Pinocchio to the kitchen gar- 
den and taught him how to turn the pumping 
machine. Pinocchio immediately began to 
work; but before he had drawn up the hundred 
buckets of water the perspiration was pouring 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 257 


from his head to his feet. Never before had he 
undergone such fatigue. 

“Up till now,” said the gardener, “the labour 
of turning the pumping machine was performed 
by my little donkey* but the poor animal is 
dying. ” 

“Will you take me to see him?” said Pin- 
occhio. 

“Willingly. ” 

When Pinocchio went into the stable he saw 
a beautiful little donkey stretched on the straw, 
worn out from hunger and overwork. After 
looking at him earnestly he said to himself, much 
troubled: 

“I am sure I know this little donkey! His 
face is not new to me. ” 

And bending over him he asked him in asinine 
language: 

“Who are you?” 

At this question the little donkey opened his 
dying eyes, and answered in broken words in 
the same language: 

“lam . . . Can . . . die . . . wick . . . ” 

And having again closed his eyes he expired. 

“Oh, poor Candlewick!” said Pinocchio in a 


258 THE ADVENTURES OF P1NOCCHIO 


low voice; and taking a handful of straw he 
dried a tear that was rolling down his face. 

“Do you grieve for a donkey that cost you 
nothing?” said the gardener. “What it must 
be to me who bought him for ready money?” 

“I must tell you ... he was my friend!” 

“Your friend?” 

“One of my schoolfellows! ...” 

“How?” shouted Giangio, laughing loudly. 
“ How? had you donkeys for schoolfellows? . . . 
I can imagine what wonderful studies you must 
have made! . . . ” 

The puppet, who felt much mortified at these 
words, did not answer; but taking his tumbler 
of milk, still quite warm, he returned to the hut. 

And from that day for more than five months 
he continued to get up at daybreak every morn- 
ing to go and turn the pumping machine, to earn 
the tumbler of milk that was of such benefit to 
his father in his bad state of health. Nor was 
he satisfied with this; for during the time that 
he had over he learnt to make hampers and 
baskets of rushes, and with the money he ob- 
tained by selling them he was able with great 
economy to provide for all the daily expenses. 
Amongst other things he constructed an elegant 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 259 


little wheel-chair, in which he could take his 
father out on fine days to breathe a mouthful of 
fresh air. 

By his industry, ingenuity, and his anxiety to 
work and to overcome difficulties, he not only 
succeeded in maintaining his father, who con- 
tinued infirm, in comfort, but he also contrived 
to put aside forty pence to buy himself a new 
coat. 

One morning he said to his father: 

“I am going to the neighbouring market to 
buy myself a jacket, a cap, and a pair of shoes. 
When I return , ” he added, laughing, “I shall be 
so well dressed that you will take me for a fine 
gentleman. ” 

And leaving the house he began to run merrily 
and happily along. All at once he heard him- 
self called by name, and turning around he saw 
a big Snail crawling out from the hedge. 

“Do you not know me?” asked the Snail. 

“It seems to me . . . and yet I am not 
sure . . . ” 

“Do you not remember the Snail who was 
lady’s-maid to the Fairy with blue hair? Do 
you not remember the time when I came down- 
stairs to let you in, and you were caught by your 


260 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


foot which you had stuck through the house 
door?” 

“I remember it all,” shouted Pinoccbio. 
“Tell me quickly, my beautiful little Snail, 
where have you left my good Fairy? What is 
she doing? has she forgiven me? does she still re- 
member me? does she still wish me well? is she 
far from here? can I go and see her?” 

To all these rapid, breathless questions the 
Snail replied in her usual phlegmatic manner: 

“My dear Pinocchio, the poor Fairy is lying 
in bed at the hospital! ...” 

“At the hospital? ...” 

“ It is only too true. Overtaken by a thousand 
misfortunes she has fallen seriously ill, and she 
has not even enough to buy herself a mouthful 
of bread. ” 

“Is it really so? . . . Oh, what sorrow you 
have given me! Oh, poor Fairy! poor Fairy! 
poor Fairy! ... If I had a million I would 
run and carry it to her . . . but I have only 
forty pence . . . here they are: I was going to 
buy a new coat. Take them, Snail, and carry 
them at once to my good Fairy. ” 

“ And your new coat? ...” 

“What matters my new coat? I would sell 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 261 


even these rags that I have got on to be able to 
help her. Go, Snail, and be quick; and in two 
days return to this place, for I hope I shall then 
be able to give you some more money. Up to 
this time I have worked to maintain my papa: 
from to-day I will work five hours more that I 
may also maintain my good mamma. Good-bye, 
Snail, I shall expect you in two days. ” 

The Snail, contrary to her usual habits, began 
to run like a lizard in a hot August sun. 

That evening Pinocchio, instead of going to 
bed at ten o'clock, sat up till midnight had 
struck; and instead of making eight baskets of 
rushes he made sixteen. 

Then he went to bed and fell asleep. And 
whilst he slept he thought that he saw the Fairy 
smiling and beautiful, who, after having kissed 
! him, said to him: 

“Well done, Pinocchio! To reward you for 
your good heart I will forgive you for all that is 
past. Boys who minister tenderly to their par- 
ents, and assist them in their misery and infirmi- 
ties, are deserving of great praise and affection, 
even if they cannot be cited as examples of obedi- 
ence and good behaviour. Try and do better in 
the future and you will be happy. ” 


262 THE ADVENTURES OF PJNOCCHIO 


At this moment his dream ended, and Pin- 
occhio opened his eyes and awoke. 

But imagine his astonishment when upon 
awakening he discovered that he was no longer a 
wooden puppet, but that he had become instead 
a boy, like all other boys. He gave a glance 
round and saw that the straw walls of the hut 
had disappeared, and that he was in a pretty 
little room furnished and arranged with a sim- 
plicity that was almost elegance. Jumping out 
of bed he found a new suit of clothes ready for 
him, a new cap, and a pair of new leather boots 
that fitted him beautifully. 

He was hardly dressed when he naturally put 
his hands in his pockets, and pulled out a little 
ivory purse on which these words were written: 
“The Fairy with blue hair returns the forty 
pence to her dear Pinocchio, and thanks him for 
his good heart. ” He opened the purse, and in- 
stead of forty copper pennies he saw forty shin- 
ing gold pieces fresh from the mint. 

He then went and looked at himself in the 
glass, and he thought he was some one else. 
For he no longer saw the usual reflection of a 
wooden puppet; he was greeted instead by the 
image of a bright intelligent boy with chestnut 


THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 263 


hair, blue eyes, and looking as happy and joyful 
as if it were the Easter holidays. 

In the midst of all these wonders succeeding 
each other Pinocchio felt quite bewildered, and 
he could not tell if he was really awake or if he 
was dreaming with his eyes open. 

“ Where can my papa be?” he exclaimed 
suddenly, and going into the next room he found 
old Geppetto quite well, lively, and in good 
humor, just as he had been formerly. He had 
already resumed his trade of wood-carving, and 
he was designing a rich and beautiful frame of 
leaves, flowers, and the heads of animals. 

“Satisfy my curiosity, dear papa,” said Pin- 
occhio, throwing his arms around his neck and 
covering him with kisses; “how can this sudden 
change be accounted for?” 

“This sudden change in our home is all your 
doing,” answered Geppetto. 

“How my doing?” 

“Because when boys who have behaved badly 
turn over a new leaf and become good, they have 
the power of bringing content and happiness to 
their families. ” 

“And where has the old wooden Pinocchic 
hidden himself?” 


264 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 


“ There he is,” answered Geppetto, and he 
pointed to a big puppet leaning against a chair, 
with its head on one side, its arms dangling, and 
its legs so crossed and bent that it was really a 
miracle that it remained standing. 

Pinocchio turned and looked at it; and after 
he had looked at it for a short time, he said to 
himself with great complacency: 

“How ridiculous I was when I was a puppet! 
and how glad I am that I have become a well~ 
behaved little boy? ...” 


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